Forget Me Not

Hello everybody! My name is Trixie, at least that’s what the green haired girl started calling me, so that must be my name! Anyways today is the 6th of November and I’m officially 6 days old. Isn’t that great?

From what I’ve heard I have some kind of disease? Amnesia was its name I think. I hope I won’t get anyone sick, but I think people are getting sick because of me. They’re all so sad around me, especially my best friend Sunset, she wears this sad smile around me, I don’t like seeing her sad. She is so nice.

Everything seems so bright and shiny around me, I love spending every day at school. Today I had the most wonderful of meals! Peanut butter! It has such a divine flavor; I almost passed out from it.

But, today wasn’t all that nice, I’ve seen this beautiful girl again. Wallflower. She has a such a lovely emerald hair, a-and those little dots her on face, they’re simply amazing. What are those? I just wanna brush her hair and touch her cheeks all the time. She looks like an angel, not that I know what an angel is, but this girl certainly is. Every time I think about her, it makes my heart beat so fast! Moreover, my cheeks are starting to get warmer, and I have this unbearable feeling in my stomach and down below. What was this feeling; it made me desire things… I was quite curious about it.

I asked Sunset about this and my mother Sunflower, (Ha, they have such similar names) but, both of them refused to tell anything, I wonder why? They don’t know too?

Anyways what was I talking about? Ah! The emerald angel! Anyways, today was a bad day, because I can’t seem to talk to her, the green haired beauty avoids me! She is running away every time I try to talk to her. In my diary there is this photo of small us, this means something. Why does Wallflower avoid me? Am I bad? Did I wrong?

Ah, it’s getting late. Good night, diary! I will see you tomorrow!

…

Trixie finished writing in her diary with pretty pictures that according to Fuchsia her other friend – she drew it herself! Which was unbelievingly cool as Trixie thought about it.

She was getting excited about tomorrow, because she found a picture of herself and this angel. The drawing was hidden in her backpack, she didn’t know how it appeared there, but it must mean something great if it was in her bag. Trixie had a plan to approach the angel. “I’m going to catch her!”

Trixie fell asleep thinking about tomorrow’s day and dreaming about Wallflower.

…

The next day came by and Trixie was excited, well more than ever. She knew that the mysterious girl walks somewhere outside during lunchtime, so Trixie decided to sneak up on her.

Soon enough, she noticed the girl walking down the hallways. Trixie followed her close, but not really to not raise suspicion. Fortunately, the girl didn’t notice her and Trixie followed her without setbacks.

…

Wallflower walked all the way to her garden, to sit there all alone, looking at Trixie’s pictures that she received from her and looking at the photos they took together. She was deep in her own thoughts so she didn’t notice one particular girl approaching her.

“Hey!” Trixie yelled excitedly, startling Wallflower, who dropped everything that was in her hands.

“Ah! Trixie! Trixie?” Wallflower was dumbfounded; she felt guilty and couldn’t look Trixie in the eyes.

“Don’t run, angel! I have something cool for you” Trixie started rummaging through her backpack looking for the drawing.

Wallflower frowned “angel”? she thought, “Trixie… Please, just leave me be… You know, why are you like this?”

“Hmm?” Trixie looked up at Wallflower, stopping her search.

“I did this… I erased your memories, you’re like this because of me,” Wallflower confessed wishing that Trixie would just leave her, but in her heart, she really wanted to be with her. Wallflower looked down not bearing to see Trixie leave her, maybe forever…

“If I had my only wish come true it would be to be with you…” Trixie said, pulling out the drawing.

Wallflower looked up upon hearing this phrase; she shook with a great feeling of déjà vu. “Trixie…” It was the first phrase that had started it all. She recalled these words with great feeling of happiness.

Trixie gave Wallflower the drawing, she looked at it and started crying, it was not a particularly special day, nor was it a bad day. It was just a regular day of them cuddling, well actually Trixie groping Wallflower, but it was a very tender moment she recalled. And with this moment came all the other memories, the kisses, hugs, their daily dates and games they played, that fateful night she shared with Trixie. The lips, the soft touches, feelings safe and happy…

“You know, we had a philosophy lesson about a meaning of life. We were watching a movie about it. It was boring.” Trixie laughed “They were talking about some god, an invisible man that is sitting there,” she pointed upwards “And watching your every move, and if you do something wrong you go straight to hell. Or that there is no actual meaning and we just exist for existence. I slept through most of it, but at the end of the lesson Cherilee said ‘You make up the meaning of life, it’s your choice’”

Wallflower listened intently and held the drawing close to her. Trixie approached Wallflower and continued.

“My point is, if I did draw this, and I’m certain that I did, then… You are my meaning of life! Even If wouldn’t draw it, it wouldn’t change anything! Every time I see you, I feel so calm and happy…” Trixie approached Wallflower closer, mere inches between them.

They were staring each other in the eyes, blushing from the close contact. “I love you, Wallflower,” Trixie whispered.

“I-I lov…” Walflower was interrupted by Trixie’s lips pressing against hers. Trixie deepened the kiss licking Wallflower inside her mouth, connecting their tongues.

“I love you, too” Wallflower sighed after breaking the kiss…