by Newts » Fri Dec 12, 2014 1:58 pm
Username: Newts
Name: Nobody really knows. He barely says, though most call him simply him or he.
Gender:Male
Design a scarf (written or drawn): " The scarf is... the color of her eyes. A sparkling deep blue, the color of a sapphire. It fades to white at the tips, and is lined with silver bells that jingled when she laughed... " He looked away. " Just, please, go away. I don't want to talk about it anymore. "
How they come to own the scarf: It was another snowy day, though all days were snowy for him. There was a plumerian playing in the snow. He asked what she was doing. " Playing, " she replied. He laughed, then asked, " Aren't you too old to play? " The plumerian gave a smile in reply. " Follow me. " He stared, confused. Nonetheless, he followed the plumerian's lead. He walked through the forest, and the winter he was in slowly turned into a forest. While he was busy admiring it, the plumerian he had met had disappeared. He called out a few times, before going home.
The next day, he returned, looking for her. She was there, and he approached her. " Where did you go? " She asked. " I could ask the same of you." She giggled. " Why don't I show you? " The plumerian ran off, back into the forest. This time, he trotted alongside her, making sure he was next to her. They walked silently, before the plumerian broke the silence.
" Emily. " He looked at her.
" What? "
" That's my name. "
" Emily... " He whispered that name. It was beautiful. " I don't have a name. "
" That's okay. You look cold. Here. " Emily wrapped her scarf around his neck, before starting to cough. " Are you okay? " He asked, concerned. She replied between coughs. " I'm fine. Let's go. " They continued to walk, the coughing breaking the silence. When they stopped, he knew they had reached their destination. The redwood had a treehouse, and a ladder leading up to it. Emily climbed up the ladder, seeming weaker than earlier. He climbed up after her, seeing that the treehouse was decorated with trinkets. One wall was entirely covered with paperclips, some holding papers, and the wall facing the east was made of different bottles, reflecting an array of colors on the treehouse. They played board games until sunset, where they snuggled together in the only blanket there was. Even though it was thin, they were still warm inside because of each other. They watched the first sunset together, but little did they know it would also be their last.
The weekend was now over, and he had begun working and was constantly busy. He almost forgot about Emily, until he saw her scarf hanging on his coat rack. He smiled and ran to the tree house, hoping to see her again. But when he arrived, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. He looked around, but couldn't find her anywhere. He walked back to the wintery part of the forest where he saw a plumerian shoveling snow. " Where's Emily? "
The plumerian didn't look up from the snow. " The girl who lives in the forest? She died a year ago. Had a fever, if I recall. "
This statement stopped him in his tracks. " W-what? "
" You didn't know? She was buried at the Doubleforest Cemetery. It's on that hill o'er there. "
Without hesitation, he ran up the hill, jumping over the short gate that bordered it. He searched for a while, before he found a grave that was dug up. There was a gravestone that had half missing. The remaining half said " Emily. RIP. " He dropped to his knees, crying. He loved that girl, and never even told her. It was my fault she died. I was the one who brought this cold and made her sick! He spent all night there, watching the sunset, tears in his eyes.
To this day, he wears Emily's scarf, never taking it off and visits that grave every time he can. The Treehouse remains, a reminder of the girl who lived in the forest.
I combined the extras with that part of the form.
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