Short Stories (Reminisce)

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Flower blooms but since it's nearing 'ber months'-- August 23 and although the sun is capable of bursting out heat and sunlight that blinds, there's wind, that blows off the petals of blooming flowers and leaves off of trees.
    
Tiny yellow leaves showered his pathway, his hair also has it that made his face crumple when he saw his reflection on the screen of his turned off, useless phone-- for uh, it's been what? Ages? Since he felt so possesive and not living without his oh-so-loved phone.

He flipped it sideways trying to press the switch button hard until a bluish petal fell from his phone screen.

Where did it came from?

Confused, he glimpse around. Trying to find the face he was so engrossed of seeing.

Then silence, the petal slowly floated just like her--

"Excuse me, can I ask for help?"

A girl with blue-- eyes or was it contact lenses caught his eye. He doesn't let any emotion draw until she smiled.

Blue braces. Cute smile. Cute cheeks when smiling.

"Mm.. nevermind" she turn around, striding fast.

'She got scared?' He thought.

Her plain blue hairband and the handkerchief she was holding matches. She's------ like a kid.

A kid finding for a playground but found herself in a club, who's trying to go out, finding someone to ask for help, she'd found one but got scared.

And she was so adorable, she stands out. Who wouldn't? When there's an innocent kid inside a club with loud music and people wild as shit.

He caught her, glimpsing at him once again before she took a turn.

It's been-- 1? 2? 3?

Yes, 3 months. 3 months of not receiving any news from her.

No hello's, No Goodnight nor Goodmorning's, No teases, No Hahahaha nor like.

SEEN, until now, he didn't know what happened, what he did wrong for her not to message him.

Their three years of "special communication" "special connec-- now, it hits him. Am I the only one who's thinking about this? What am I to her?

Their three years of "friendship" was ruined because of 3 months miscommunication.

He miss how his day starts with "Good morning" with lots of blue hearts and her endearment that meant to pissed him but instead he found sweet to be a special nickname, costumized by her.

One greeting and he's all smile. She has that effect.

He miss her "Goodnight's" "You're drooling" "There's a ghost who will lay beside you" and a "Dream of me" that made him smile before drifting off to dreamland.

"No---Yes" "You---You" gaming that sometimes lead to discussion, their timely "who's the pervert", "who's gay", "who's pretty and handsome" and "I'm cute" kind of playful arguments.

He miss every bits of her. Their sham made rules and the "food treat" consequences.

He pick the blue petal that fell on the ground-- hoping that he didn't let it fall. He found himself re-reading their last conversation----- the most important thread on his phone.

Then he saw her everyday greetings that he received and how he ignored and left it at seenzoned, saw how nicknames changed to username.

Our shared contents was still there but it feels like the photos we'd shared was just a long--sickening memories, I saw the long thread of white messages on the left side and where I stopped replying to her messages.

And that was their last conversation. What had he done?

Then his eyes travelled on the icon, upleft. He saw two figures, the one is his past, that he still love and a boy who his love loves.

As he opened his palm where the blue petal rests, the wind blows.

It slips off his palm--- just like her.

She was there, near him but he wasted her. He didn't consider her feelings, he didn't saw her worth and now she's gone, completely gone.

He tried once again, catching the petal that's flying freely--

But when the wind blows harder, it fell on the gutter where it flowed synchronous to the water until it vanished his vision.