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Post by Viktor Pendragon on Apr 7, 2011 19:29:29 GMT -5
A small blue flower, delicate and fresh. One of many that dotted the grass. Picked in the prime of its life, bright and blooming with all its might. Spinning idly between his fingers.
They always reminded him of that dance, Lu in that blue dress that mom spent all week sewing for her while he sat by the sewing table, imagining what it would be like to swing her around in it. Made him smile that same dopey smile he had on his face back then, thinking about it now, these little blue flowers filling his field of vision.
He turned things over in his head, it was all going to turn upside down soon enough anyways. It was going to be all so crazy in just a few weeks, he wasn't sure if he was really happy or really scared or some blend of both. He couldn't help but wonder and smile to himself.
He spun the flower a bit and then released it to the wind, watching it tumble in the drafts...future unknown.
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