Title; Noted Heart
Summary; Drabble-esque. Just a bunch of stupid imagery about part of a note that was torn from the whole paper.
Warnings; Fluff? Ridiculous ideas?
Dedication; :)fredohpla, my muse for this :)

Floating in the soft-hearted breeze, warmed by the sun and blessed by the clouds, a lone piece of paper, crumpled and curled into itself, was guided. It flew softly, kissed by the wind, and tumbled across the concrete pavement, deliberately taking new dwelling.

Its body, soft to the touch and crinkled like the brow of a questioning man, was undiscovered by many. Parents, boys, girls, children, or dogs, they were all alike. All failed to notice the lone paper crawling with the wind. No keen eye detected the thumb-sized ball thrown mercilessly to the curb. No interest was peaked by its existence moving along the concrete pavement.

Even though, like the clouds in the sky, the white color contrasted with the pathway, it was unseen. The ball pushed itself higher, begging to be noticed, begging to be lifted into a warm person's hands, begging to be remembered. Yet no person even realized its existence. Its calloused edges and wrinkled skin withered miserably with every step walked past.

Slowly, the sun cascaded behind the horizon, adorning the sky with a breathtaking sunset. Warm colors mixed together at the sun's departure, clouds mourning the loss and pretending to drift impassively away. And still the thumb-sized paper, wilted and forgotten, peeked from around the edge of the curb, stuck in the green grass beside the path.

Unlike the rest, steps yielded to the sight. Nimble fingers swooped in to delicately grasp the paper and move it closer to the sky. The warmth spread instantly to the weary paper's heart, thankful for the person who had lifted him. Those same nimble fingers sifted through the crinkles, diligently looking for an edge to pull. Soon enough, the paper was flat, the message clear for anyone to see.

The girl holding the note delicately in her hands let a heart-warming smile manipulate her lips. No words were written on the paper, nothing poetic or romantic to cause that smile. Only a lone heart, with a dark outline and a pencil shading, sat in the corner of the paper, torn from the original message.

Still, the adoring smile did not leave her lips. Those nimble fingers, the note's saviors, carefully folded the beautiful symbol and slid it into her pocket. Eyes shifted to the sunset, the beautiful array of colors molded together in the sky, and thought she might have seen a tiny heart hidden in the corner.

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