Brice.
Brice found me.
After ten years.
The pain.
The pain already left me paralyzed.
He tried to talk to me.
His hand caressed my cheek.
I wanted to smack it away.
I must've looked like shit.
He was crying.
I knew it was my fault.
I hated it.
I hated how I died at two.
I hated it all.
Brice.
Brice...?
What...
I... love... you?
You must be playing a sick joke.
You can't love a ghost.
Brice.
Brice.
Wait...
Come back.
Come back.
The pain lessens when you're here.
Please, come back.
The caramel...
The icecream...
He...
He left them there...?
But why?
"Want some ice-cream?"
"What's ice-cream? What is it?"
"You don't know what ice-cream is. Wait here. It's the BEST. Lick it or take it by little bites- H-Hey! Your teeth hurt when you do that!"
"Mine doesn't hurt. Strawberry is my favorite, though it's okay..."
"Ever tried caramel? It has magical properties, you know."
"Magical? Oh, sorry. I'm a sorcerer."
"That's so COOL! Anyway, the magical property is that it makes you happy when you're sad! You looked sad when I saw you, so here!"
"R-Really?"
"Try it! How is it?"
"It's... It's really good!"
"Do you feel happy?"
"Yes!"
Oh my god...
He...
He remembers...
Even all these years...
Brice...
Brice...
Brice, come back...
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FanfictionEntry #__ I swear I knew him, he must be real. He wasn't just my imagination, he can't be.
