One little Daisy

One little Daisy

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" Mason why did you follow me, i told you not to come." His arms slowley brushed up againts mine, i was feeling those butterflies again. those damn butterflies. "Daisy, I told you , im sorry" "Well sorry isnt good enough , how can you just leave me?" "Daisy, i wil never forget you- you saved my life." he mumbled. I gulped trying to hide back the tears " prove it" He picked up a small daisy and placed it in my hand. " hold onto this, just know that when you see this flower, im thinking of you and that we will see eachtoher again." he hugged me, 'I couldn't wipe the tears of my face "promise?" "promise." A love story of how two people can be connected, wherever life may lead you. How the small things in life make the bigger difference.
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Something came to Gisselle, when she suddenly crashed into a car while driving, a guy was there, helping her and trying to heal her. She felt something in her hand, she could smell it. She had a flower held in her hand. "Keep it safe, you might need it for luck." The guy's voice was low and mysterious. "What for?" I said, my head felt unconscious and light headed, I felt like I don't remember anything and wanted to throw up because of being light headed. The guy hasn't respond, but I got up to the door and deciding that if I should go home or go to school in the middle of the day. A hand held my wrist, still holding the flower that was in my hand. "Not yet, I'm not done. You have a major bruise on your head, I'll get you some ice." I didn't want ice, I felt like I wanted to go home, but I stayed for a while because I don't know where had my car go or where to exit. How did I get here? What happened? Why am I here? I needed answers, but I guess I'll save it for the last.

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