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Sunflowers.
Sunflowers as far as the eye could see.
You were standing in the among them, facing the sun.
It’s beautiful, but something about it made your chest hurt.
You didn’t know why. It probably didn’t matter.
You moved on, taking your time as you walked.
Until something wet hit your cheek.
One. Two. Three. Pit-pat. Pit-pat. Pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat.
Rain.
No…
Blood.
The Sunflowers were dyed red.
You were dyed red.
Your chest was dyed red.
And yet,
you still couldn’t remember.
Although it felt like it mattered, you couldn’t help but feel gray about it all.
Your eyes opened, staring blankly at the ceiling. Your face is wet.
You don’t know why.
Sudden movement to the left of you had you turning your head.
It was Casper. He was starting at you, his eyes blown wide. Panic-stricken.
He called your name.
You called his.
Or rather, you attempted.
It came out as a strangled cry.
You had been sobbing. That’s what had woken him up.
You hadn’t realized.
He held you, soothed you, told you that the nightmares wouldn’t reach you as long as he was there.
You wanted to believe him, but deep down you knew.
You couldn’t.
“You’ve been staring at those Van Goghs for a while now. Feeling a bit indecisive?”
You blinked, turning toward the store owner. “Oh…no…I was just browsing. I’ll go now.” You thanked them for their time, and exited the store.
You hadn’t realized that you were staring, nor for as long as you had.
Something about it tickled your brain, made your chest tightened.
Oh well,
It was probably nothing.
Nothing at all.