This came up in my mind while I was washing dishes.
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Flowers
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Child
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Caramel hues scanned the worn out crumbly piece of paper for the final time as the child stood in a local park. Some person just demands her immediate attention and slides this note under her pillow, the thought made her angry some creeps had the balls to infiltrate her bedroom domain and touch her pillow on which she uses to lie down on and which she has lain down on.
The pale blue haired child sighed before seeing a figure in the distance, a familiar one at that. His raven hair blew in the soft whisper of the wind as the sun slowly plunged into darkness, creating an orange facade of it's beauty.
The frail faced child looked deep into Konan's eyes, his blank expression mirroring hers. They both stood there, waiting for one another break the silence.
Konan did not notice what he clutched tightly in his grip of his hand. He extended his arm out wide between the space of the two. The fresh scent of flowers hit her nostrils before she could make out what he threw up in front of her.
It was a bursting bouquet of blue roses on a long stem with a paper pale blue rose ribbon keeping the roses together. Konan slowly opened her eyes widely to the romantic gesture but feeling knots tangle in her stomach and her heart thump hard in her chest, her cheeks were feeling hot were all foreign and scary feelings to her. She has never felt this way and doesn't know what it means.
The rinnegan eyed child looked frustrated at her deficiency of words. He could hear her swallow quietly but loud enough in his ears to sound like a scream.
"Why, Nagato?" Konan said in the lowest voice she could muster. She didn't know why this gesture affected her like it did but she was far from giving in to it.
"Yes. Why?" He smirked before dropping the flowers into the dark night ground. Hearing them crunch as they hit the ground to their death.
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