Short sad fluff thing here
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Thread Topic: Short sad fluff thing here
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You remember the day you had met. You know it perfectly, down to the littlest facts, such as what the weather had been like, what you had both been wearing.
You must have told the story to her a hundred times, but your baby girl loved it, and no matter how many tears you cried afterwards, you couldn't deny her the right. It was a cute story, after all. One where, when you told it, any listener could hear the love in your voice.
The story always starts with you eating a bowl of dipping dots, cookie and cream flavor. It had been your favorite, after all. You were at a water park, and it was too hot and too humid. The back of your chair stuck to your sweat every time you moved. You were alone, ditched by your friends as they went to go ride one of the higher rides. You hated it, but you were scared of high places, and hadn't wanted to be a downer. You had told them to go.
Your eyes flashed open when someone pulled the chair next to you back, the legs scrapping against the ground. Without looking up, you hummed out a quick, "My friend is sitting there, sorry," It was a lie, but you didn't feel like having a stranger sitting beside you. They muttered an apology, and moved to the chair in front of you, starting to lift it off the ground. You realized that they didn't want to sit next to you, but rather, borrow an empty seat. Your eyes traveled up, catching on the deep blue of swim trunks, tanned skin, light brown hair, and beautiful green eyes, that danced nervously under your examining gaze. You couldn't help it.
"That seat's taken too." It became a game between the two of you. He would move to take a chair, and you would tell him it was taken. His buddies at the table behind you were complaining, telling him to hurry up. But at this point, he had caught on, and you were both laughing as you made up names of imaginary friends, and places they were sitting. Finally, though, you told him the chair next to you was empty. The very first chair he had tried to take.
He grinned, thanked you, and his smile grew when you offered your hand as he moved to take the chair. You told him your name, and he told you his. It was a cute. He turned to go back to his friends, but you caught his wrist, and in a very demanding tone, told him your cell phone number. His eyes sparkled, and he laughed, telling you his own. He tried to mimic your stern tone, and failed badly, his face cracking in a blush.
You ran the number through your head, memorizing it.
Your, no his- His baby girl is asleep now, her brown curls resting like a halo on the pillow fluffed below her head. You sigh, and stand, flicking the lamp of as you do so.
It had been a few years, but thinking about him still made a pang of pain ring out in your chest.
You miss him so, so much. -
petunia_24 NewbieAWE!! That was amazing. I loved the imagery, and how into the story you made me. I smiled the whole story and in the end wanted to cry. I've been through similar but not as bad problems. Is it a true story?
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I really like this :)
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