The Flower's Magic [A B1A4 FanFic] complete

Part 8

In the white clouds stood pink haired man. With a light blue shirt and a tie, pink shorts and white shoes, he was dazzling.
Amy looks around and realizes she has been changed once again. With her hair tied in a bun, she sports a pink and red striped shirt and a kneelength skirt. It smells like bubblegum.
"Can you send me home?" asks Ami, "I'm sure my parents are very concerned at this point, ya know."
The man's eyes sadden.
"If I were to send you home, what is left waiting for you besides your parents?" The man starts to a swing set with Ami closely behind. I'm not trying to get lost.
"Well, I'm sure there is other things left to do there, much more than so here. Where am I?"
"Doesn't matter, by the way, the name's Sandeul," he says, "sit here." Ami sits.
"Do you like bubbles?" He asks, "I might not be able to make it rain, but watch this!"
Bubbles float down from the sky with Sandeul and Ami sitting down below.
"No," she says, "they'll get soap on my clothes and I don't want that."
"Such a pain" remarks Sandeul, smiling, he puts a little umbrella over Ami so at least her hair won't be touched.

"Sandeul, why am I here? I think I deserve to know."
Sandeul takes a deep breath in and out, and turns and looks intently at Ami.
"Actually, you created this world."
Ami gasps, "what? That's impossible."
"No," starts Sandeul, he sits upright "in your subconscious, you've always been trying to escape the pressures of your life. Whether it be school or drama, and you always come here to escape."
"So, is this like my-"
"Fantasy land? Correct," concludes Sandeul "but now it has become a reality with the help of that rose."
"Oh, does ir have power or something?"
"Yes, something like that. We've always been trying to get you here but you're always so busy in the real world."
"Haha, you've been going through all that trouble?" she laughs, it's unbelievable that my fantasy land is real.

Well. What would be the point in going home? I've got almost nobody there, I've been trying to get home all along but I've never really had anyone to go back to. Just the pressures of the 21st century.
"Don't you get lonely here? It seems like you and the other guys don't interact."
Sandeul shuffles, "well it's not that, but all of us don't know what to do with you. Some want to send you home, and the others want you to stay. They put me in charge of that."
"Oh.." I realized I had a choice, a choice is something nearly all of us have, but never think it through and make rash decisions. It's not the time for that.
"You know, I did like how the other guys were. They didn't talk much but they seem nice."
"We are all nice."
Sandeul and Ami stare intently into each other's eyes.
In her soul, Ami was lonely, tried but had an imagination and explosive creativity.
Sandeul took Ami's hands into his.
"So what's your choice?"
Ami takes in a deep breath.
"I want to—"