It was not bitter, but a sweet day as the open door closed shut, and there disappeared the long, dark haired mane of a girl - the perfect fit for the bright orange clip that on one end the laminated paper daisy held the words 'lucky' in hot pink texta. That was exactly what she would feel more and more in the future. Yet again - it was a souvenir of a fresh memory, not of the day for the baby bird to fall, but to be pushed off gently by another bird who believed in her to fly.
..taught her a little thing - translated as confidence and the most important thing; believed in her.
Dokidoki,
Dokidoki.
Author's note;
I know this isn't a proper ending for the oneshot, but I will come back to it again. I just feel like I have to tie things off, even if it's barely holding together, as I am motivated to write other new concepts and ideas for here..I have way too many.
YOU ARE READING
Dokidoki; my heart
Short Story~ for simba {insert smart summary here of a girl who i wrote a bf for because she told me to one random night} - besides, pretty good write it out practice ;)
