❝Hearts break, it's what they're made for. People love anyway, it's what they're made for.❞
• satosere •
In which Serena reunites with an old, old friend who had completely forgotten about her existence but fate intervenes...
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Ash avoided the situation in the most sophisticated way possible, turning around one eighty degrees and running, which could only mean one thing, he forgot to buy me a present.
In my opinion, it was absolutely alright but my dear friends found it absolutely horrifying as they had their sleeves all rolled up to slaughter him on spot. It was a tough job to keep Miette and Dawn's crazy kitty claws from Ash, trust me.
The lunch break ended and after a few more annoying classes, the school ended too. I made my way towards my locker to put back my textbooks and continuing on my way to join Dawn in the parking outside.
I walked across the desolated corridors with my backpack slump on my shoulder, my way only to be blocked by a structured well-built arm slamming on the metal locker to my right forming a barrier in my way. I looked up at the person to whom this arm belonged finding it to be the same oh-so-cliché heartthrob.
Guessed it right, Ash.
"Ello there, Ash." I greeted.
"I'm so sorry, Serena. Like, SO SO sorry." Ash frowned.
"Its alright, Ash. I've already told you. A hundred times." I huffed.
"Its not alright." He frowned, "I'm such a horrible person. You helped so many times; the breakup thing, the French classes, the videogames and all and I? I couldn't even remember your birthday."
"You don't know anything." I smiled to myself as I looked down, recalling the days of elementary school, my world of euphoria.
He had helped me the most. Of all, everyone I had known. He taught me how to speak without stuttering, to read, to socialize, to be strong, to never give up, to be who I am.
He just wasn't good at remembering.
He didn't just forget my birthday, but my entire existence.
"Exactly, I don't know. I'm an idiot. Please forgive me."
"That, you are. And I already have." I smiled as I stood on my tiptoes to match his level and ruffled his hair.
"No, don't! You deserve a present and I'll get you one." He vehemently said before reaching a flower vase and plucking a flower out of it.
He returned to me as he held out the flower, offering it to me. I blankly stared at the bright crimson colored petals of the flower and then back at him before raising a brow.
"That's a rose." I shook my head.
"Your observation is correct, congratulations!" He grinned.
"Ash, you don't just give roses to anyone like that." I frowned, "Its a special flower. Its only for your loved ones."
"But you are a loved one." He spoke nonchalantly.
My heartbeat rose as I looked into his warm brown eyes. They had no hint of impurity or hesitation.
