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It's said that forget-me-not flowers have many meanings.
Some give them when they want to say I like you, in that shy way where words still don't dare to come out.
Others use them between friends, as a small silent promise that time, distance, or life won't be enough to break that bond.
But in this story, the meaning is different.
Because forget-me-nots also speak of memories. Of the things time tries to erase and yet refuse to disappear. Of the people who pass through a life for only an instant... but leave something too deep to forget.
Some say these flowers grow in the places where someone promised not to forget.
On the edges of roads where two people parted ways.
In gardens where someone waited too long.
Or in the silences left after love arrives too late.
This is a story about that.
About a boy who appeared in another's life as if he had always been meant to find him.
About nights full of laughter, shared secrets, and promises that seemed strong enough to survive anything.
And about how, sometimes, even when fate decides to separate two people...
some stories refuse to disappear.
Like forget-me-nots.
Small, fragile...
and absolutely impossible to forget
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[Peter's last message to Tim. It never arrived.]
Peter:
«Mon aimé,
This message will never reach you.
I know because I’ll delete it before you have a chance to see it.
Even so… I needed to write it.
I’m sorry for having to leave for Star City like this. After the fight we had last night. I know it wasn’t fair to leave it like that, with things unfinished, as if I’d just decided to disappear instead of finishing the conversation the way I should have. But if I had stayed a little longer… I don’t think I would have been able to leave. You already knew I was thinking about going to Star City. You knew even before I had the courage to say it out loud. You always do that, you know? You read people like they’re an open book, even when they try to pretend everything’s fine.
The problem was how you found out.
It wasn’t me who told you first. It was one of my friends, and by the time you came to talk to me, you already knew too much. You knew about the university in Star City. You knew I had to leave soon. You even knew my dad was sick and that part of the reason I agreed to go was to be closer to him.
And I suppose that was what hurt you the most.
Not that I was leaving.
But that it wasn’t me who told you.
I remember your face when you mentioned it. You weren’t just angry… you were scared too. Like for a second you thought I was planning my life somewhere else without you.
You tried to stay calm at first. You asked questions. A lot of questions. But every time I answered, it seemed like things got a little worse, until the conversation stopped being a conversation and turned into a fight.
I wish I’d known how to explain it better.
It wasn’t because I didn’t trust you. And it definitely wasn’t because I wanted to get away from you.
I think I was just scared.
Scared of seeing exactly that expression I saw when I finally told you: that strange mix of rage and something much quieter you were trying to hide.
Because even though you’re a vigilante, even though you face criminals every night and go out to patrol streets that would scare anyone… when you told me who you really were, you were scared too.
I noticed.
And you still told me.
You trusted me with something that could have changed everything between us.
I never forgot that.
So I suppose the least I can say now, even if this message never goes anywhere, is the truth I’ve always told you.
I love you. You’re my husband.
Going to Star City doesn’t change that. Nothing changes that.
Not even our fight changes that.
I just… wish I’d been braver and told you without shouting, without arguing, without leaving before I could fix it.
But I suppose it’s too late for that now.»