Summary: There's just something about her that I can't put my finger on—that this accidental collision isn't the first time we've met. It's as if we met long before, in a cold, secluded underground place, devoid of hope. That she, with her sunny disposition yet hidden dark lies, once was my pillar of emotional support. And that when she left so suddenly, I did anything and everything to bring her back. It sounds crazy, even to me, but there's one thing I'm sure of, she has the most beautiful smile.
Her messy, fiery red hair tied into a low side ponytail is the first feature you notice about her. Her bright emerald eyes is the second.
As you stare at her frantically gathering the bundles of flowers that fell from its basket during the collision, you notice a stray flower not far from you. Its bright, yellow color captivates your eyes as you reach for it.
A yellow daffodil.
Don't you remember you promised me?
Your head snaps up, glancing bac