It all began with a "once upon a time," so they say. Everything has a beginning, whether it was with those four words, or whether it didn't. That was just how stories worked, they say. So today, it all begins with a wish fluttering with the dandelions, a memory permanently painted into my mind.

"I'm moving on."

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Sometimes, I wonder if your memories are painted with something as well. Tainted with the times of when we used to play together. If you remember me, would feelings of anguish be all you felt? Or would you fondly look back and remember the good times we had?

I'm sure that one day, my broken emotions will break myself. Not a day goes by without me thinking of you. And sometimes, I can't help but think that if I tried hard enough, they would be sent to wherever you were, ready to break you in two. Perhaps they would break you, just as it did for me that day. Leave you hanging in the darkness for no one to see.

A small splash of something cold drips from my face.

Your natural brightness could never leave you. Not ever, even in your time of need. Even from that day, you were still shining bright. Even though for you, it was only a small event. I wonder if you ever considered how life-changing it was for me? If you ever knew that my emotions had broke down when you disappeared. If I tried hard enough, maybe they would be conveyed, and you would finally realize:

Missing you hurts so much.

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"Do you believe that we reincarnate?"

"Reincarnate? I don't know about that."

"Well, pretend! If we did, you know."

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"If we met up again, I think it'd be a sign."

"If we meet in another life, promise me that we'll play together again. Please."

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I wiped my eyes, wishing memories didn't burn brighter in the darkness.

I didn't want to lose you so soon. Maybe it was because of my selfishness and broken-self that caused you to disappear from sight. No matter where I turned, I can't even find a glimpse of you. Darkness fills the place where you once stood. There is no more light to help me find my way. All I have is a useless, blank map that shows me on the road to nowhere. I can't help but believe that if I traced it all back, my actions would be at the root of it all.

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But the truth is, it was so scary. Going away from you and never letting you know what happened is so cruel and heart-breaking. I'm sorry that you never knew the truth.

Everything hurts, just so much.

My fingers twirl a dandelion as I contemplate my next wish. I used to wish silly things, impossible things that I knew wouldn't happen. But after the incident, I wonder if I take wishes seriously, that it will come true and I can be reborn again?

I wished in my head and blew away every last dandelion seed. The stem slipped from my fingers and softly landed on the clouds. Children unbeknownst to me frolicked around the fountain.

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Someday, you'll be erased from my memories, and I'll never be able to find my way out. Lost in the darkness forever. All I can think of though, is how much I still miss you to this day. From the smile that graces your face to the voice that echoes in my ears. I can still remember what you told me that day.

So, before you vanish completely, promise me that we'll meet together again. Because there is nothing worse than living without you next to me Even if it's just a lie, please promise, for the sake of my broken emotions.

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I hope that one day, we can meet again.

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The memory is still crystal clear. As the people in white frittered on and about, I quietly but quickly write. A message for you, who knows nothing. I couldn't help but wonder if you will ever receive it, but I wanted to try for you. Your fragile sake is the only thing on my mind. Everything is reducing to dust with every breath I take. Every inhale hurts my lungs, and it feels like I would break any second. My hands won't stop trembling, and my eyesight keeps blurring. There's a sharp pounding in my head that makes me think through things three times before I can comprehend.

When I finish, I fold it up carefully and place it next on my empty desk. I faintly hear the pencil fall to the cold floor before I go to sleep. And the next thing I know, I was looking down at myself, covered in bright, colorful flowers. Everybody is clad in black, and an angel carries me away.

The last image I saw was of your small body, curled up and breaking down from a lie.