pink roses ~ k.sj

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--- "I just want you, that's it." ---

--- "Okay.." ---

"Eiko, you need to start eating honey." my mom sighs. "I know, mom. I've just been thinking again lately." I said, directing another bite of pancake into my mouth, chewing slowly. "He's gone now E, you don't have to worry about him" she says, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. I look up at the cuckoo clock on the wall above the stove, 11:57.

"I'm not even thinking about that. That's why I'm just straight up confused." I say, rubbing my rough, dry, palms on my smooth, but slightly wrinkled, forehead. "Well, what are you thinking of?" she asked me, adjusting the salt and pepper slightly from where it sat next to the napkins on the table. "So, what if, in a past life, you knew someone. But they were so important in that past life that now in this present life, you remember them? You just don't remember their name, face, or what they were to you. You would only remember how they treated you. And if you felt any certain feeling at any random time, in any random place, their image or silhouette would come into your head?" I pause. "What if it's like that.." I trailed off, we let the statement hang in the air for a little while. My mom stood up after a while. "Like a long time best friend. When you fight and don't talk for a while, something happens to who ever tried to cut them off and not talk to them. And when you make up, something good happens. Like, reversing the world almost" she says and I nod. "Exactly" I say. "I get it. Why has than been on your mind?" she asks me and I sigh.

"Do you remember Kookie, from elementary school back in South Korea and his best friend when we moved there?" I ask her, sceptical of a certain thing. "Yes. Why?" she responds putting away dried dishes used for the pancakes. "What was his name?"

--- "You crushed it.."---

--- "I know." ---