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 Preverse

in the midst of june, where flowers bloom in grace, James got his finger locked in mine. He pulled me somewhere i am most familiar about, around my mansion under the woods, across the river- the green forest. James never appeared at school, he just lives there- somewhere near here i guess. He and I would always run, hide and sneak into bushes to find ourselves some creepy bugs people never see before. so that maybe we'd both be rich if we found new species or maybe colonies of new living insects. Once, he got me a rare insect with the combination of my two favourite colours blue and green. He kept it in a jar and wrapped it in a cute sunflower paper. When i opened it, I got into sheds of tears. The bug was dead and James took it away. The next day, Somehow he managed to pastaurize it into flat keychains. 

He said, the bug wasnt actually died, until he killed it himself. 

    "Why do you want to keep something that wouldnt last forever? " he dust off the hard keychain and held it to me. 

     "Its better when you kill it" he stares deep into my shaking eyes.

     "and keep it still and calm" and put his hands in his jeans 

        " died , easy " he said

   Sure seeking about in the forest for small nibbling rare creatures are fun atleast for me, but when we were 8, he proclaim a hunt. He wants to capture new form of discovery- animals, undiscovered and treasured. "It'll make even more tons of money".

"I like searching insects better, its.. "

James got on his position and shot a sharp stick he made to a poor deer 

"more safe" I persued.

He chased down the trail of the whimpering deer along some bushes. "its just a deer Jamey" my voice started to shake. 

"that poor innocent soul" I burst into tears.

Usually James would pull a lot of effort to comfort me again, to make me happy and comfortable but

"oh who cares, chloe you never know what we can turn anything into" he said. he quoted.

from then on. I realised he was different.

His appearance was just as blurry as the memories we've spent 9 years ago, all I ever remember about James was his brown sandy hair and all i can treasure until know is blue bug keychain. He was my best friend but my brother, Gale kept on telling me he was imaginary, but he's not ! he's real, i know that.

    i never should've doubted weird things, he's real, he's there

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 01, 2014 ⏰

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