disease | his worst fear

I can remember everything, Emily Morrison

"It was a bright day in autumn, it was new and it was rare. Giggles echoed throughout the wilderness, the continuous crunching of leaves not far behind.

I remember that day."

You were chasing me, your cute, frail body trying its best to keep up with my own.

I had stolen something you cherished.

The only thing that let me know you were close by was those crunching leaves. It was light, but the impact was hard enough to break the sticks and fallen fronds.

And then they suddenly stopped.

It caused me to stop too, and something over came me inside my body and it hurt. It hurt really bad.

I turned around, curious because you stopped.

And I found you standing a few feet behind me, and you were looking down. Your small little hands were crumpled up into balls of anger.

I noticed your face was a little pinker, but you still decided to hide yourself in your hair.

You talked, though.

"Ami," you spoke, "I want it back."

I tilted my head at you but I stayed quiet.

"It's mine and I want it back. Give Taco back, Ami."

You looked up this time, and you extended your hand.

I made you cry.

You didn't sound like it, but you were.

You were crying and I did it.

I was the one that made you cry.

"Ami, I said give him back!"

I realized I never complied to you, so I did.

I gave you Taco while I still held my teddy bear but I didn't say anything.

I felt a little bad because I didn't want to make you cry.

The only thing I wanted you to do was follow me because I thought you were pretty.

You weren't pretty when you cried though, and I didn't like seeing you cry.

But I didn't say sorry.

You looked at Taco because now he was in your arms.

And then you hugged him.

You stuffed your face in the crook of the stuffed monster's neck and you held him tight.

"Why are you crying?" I asked.

"Because Taco was made by my mommy."

I think you calmed down.

That was how you sounded, anyway.

"Oh," was all I said. I knew what it meant now because you told me your mommy died a little while ago and I know I would be sad if my mommy died, too.

You stayed quiet though.

I walked up to you and I held your hand but you didn't stop hugging your stuffed monster.

That was okay though because I was glad you let me hold your hand.

We walked out of the woods silently.

"From that point on, we would always be next to each other in some way."

"Aatami, please," you giggled, pushing me away.

"Come on, babe, just go on one date with me. That way you can know what it will be like and you can think of dating me or not."

You blushed, and it caused me to smirk, knowing I'd win this.