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A little boy was sitting around those golden flowers, their petals flying with the wind. He was observing the calm water of a lake next to him, thinking about the beautiful day he was having.
Chara would probably like it.
After the loss of his sibling, Asriel needed to learn how to live by oneself, remembering them without feeling melancholy, but it was impossible. Chara was always by his side, hugging him and telling him that everything was going to be fine, proving that he could trust them; now, everytime he watches one of their recordings, he tries his best not to cry.
And after seven children fell into the Ruins, someone different had come to help everyone. No matter how hard he tried, Flowey could never scare Frisk. Even with all the other monster's warnings, they didn't back down from going into the Barrier and being face-to-face with Asgore Dreemurr. Their determination was strong enough to give back the hopes and dreams to their friends. This way, they were capable of turning the talking flower back to a prince.
Asriel never understood the reason Frisk didn't abandon him like everyone else did, but he was grateful for it. Everyday, he remembers the talk he had with them:
"Our plan failed.", he smiled sadly, looking at the heart pendant in his neck. "I should never have done that."
"The flowers make you remember them?", they asked, staring into his eyes.
"Yes. They loved these golden flowers… and drawing. They also really liked chocolate.", he giggled, with a tear in his eye. "But since they… died, I feel empty, like something is missing inside of me."
"That's because you miss them. I'm sure Chara was a great person, and they wouldn't like seeing you like this. Think about each and every happy memory you had together. You'll feel better."
That time, he promised that he would go into a field of golden flowers everyday, and there he would express himself with his memories of Chara, because he finally understood that they're meant to be remembered.
"Pinky promise you'll do it?"
"Pinky promise!"