A/N: Hey guys! Back again with something a little bit more somber. Hope you like it!
He stares at the blue scrunchy in his hands. A light blue like the sky on a perfect day. Like the sky on the day it had slid off of her hair as they had laid on the picnic blanket in the field.
It was mostly his fault, he was the one who had started to run his fingers down her hair, tugging softly to bring her to a kiss.
They had parted with wide eyes and he can remember the way she had laughed upon finding on the blanket instead of her hair.
"Hey, that's my favorite one you know," she had said sliding it onto her wrist.
"Favorite?" He had asked leaning back.
She settled herself beside him before she answered.
"Yeah, because it reminds me of you. Your favorite color is blue."
It is his favorite color and he had smiled at her simple explanation.
The second kiss was better than the first and by the end of the day as they trudged back to the car she had slid it onto his wrist.
"There, something to remember me by." It was a joke and they had laughed and she had fallen asleep on the way back with blonde locks covering part of her face because they weren't held back.
Something to remember me by.
He scoffs at the scrunchy. As if he needed something to remember.
He could still feel the softness of her lips on his, her hand where it should be, the warmth of her body. He could still hear her laugh echoing in his mind whenever he did something clumsy. He could taste the hint of mint of her chapstick and could smell the lemon from her shampoo.
He remembered it all, every single thing.
All it took was song over the radio, the cover of her favorite book in a window, a frap from Starbucks, the cat down the alley who used to come play, the scratching of pencils on paper, grey storm clouds in the sky…
The list was endless.
She was in every place, every moment, in everything he did and everywhere he went. He took her with him in the ways that were hard to see, in the words he would read on a page or the smile he would give to the night sky, in the sip of tea that he didn't normally drink.
The blue scrunchy is still in his hand and he looks over at the box, already filled with other bits and pieces of her.
He moves to put it in the box and hesitates.
Something to remember me by she had said all that time ago.
He doesn't need something to remember her by.
He doesn't need to remember her.
He never forgot.
He puts the scrunchy in the box.
A/N: So what did you think? As for the specific events in the story, I leave it up to you to determine what happened or what the situation is. I just wanted to focus on the concept of remembering someone. Because when it comes to someone important, someone so so loved, you don't need to remember them. You carry them with you. You never forget.
So that was the topic I decided to write about because that kind of love persists, beyond everything. And that is a very special kind of love.
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