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❝Hi.❞
{a simple introduction is offered to the stranger, &
without hesitation, the little hawaiian sits herself
down beside him. in her hands, she holds two
cones of shaved ice, one strawberry and the other
blueberry. with a small smile, she nudges his
shoulder with hers, holding out the strawberry
cone.}
❝You looked really sad and lonely, so I brought you
this. I didn’t know which flavor you liked. I just got the
one that I thought you might prefer. Strawberry’s pretty
good, & over 75% percent of people say that it’s supposed
to make you smile. But, I’m not really sure if I believe that.
Unless, you can prove me wrong.❞
{within her statement, a small challenge had been
offered. whether it was to be accepted was completely
up to the stranger. yes, she knew that it was stupid and
childish, but, it was the best she could do. as long as it
got him to smile, then it didn’t matter how dumb her
attempt had been.}
{if there was one thing lilo couldn’t stand, it
was sadness. as soon as someone showed
the first sign, she made it her own personal
mission to cheer that person up, even if she
didn’t know them. & to her, this man was no
exception.}
he isn’t angry. it’s not that, really. it’s not sorrow either,
or fear, or disappointment, but some mangling of the four.
everything he feels is twined so tightly together, convoluted
and ugly, and he’d rather let it sit balled up in his chest than
try to untangle the strings.
it’s not dean, he knows, but no matter how many times
he tells himself that it’s the mark speaking, not his brother,
he still can’t help but think that it still sounds an awful lot
like him. sam wants to dig his knife into dean’s arm and
carve the damn thing out, to find cain himself and give
him a piece of his mind.
instead, he finds himself sitting on
some random bench, god knows where.
he had to get away for a while, to remove
himself from the situation, no matter how
much it hurt. it seems no matter how far
away he goes, the pain never lessens.
the small girl startles him, and he shifts over instinctually
to give her more room. his hand flits to the gun in the
waistband of his jeans, but he lets it fall away when she
offers him the shaved ice. a laugh wiggles its way out before
he can stop it, a reluctant smile playing on his lips.
❝ is that right?
well, it looks like it worked on me at least. ❞
she’s small and confident, and
sam immediately likes her. he
does spare a moment to wonder
what she’s doing out and about
alone, approaching strangers, but
then he’s not one to speak, since
god knows his childhood was exactly
the same.
shaking himself from his thoughts, he raises the
cone in acknowledgement, shaving some of the ice
off the side with his front teeth. it’s chilly and far too
sweet, but it tastes like innocence and naivety, and that
alone makes him want to devour the entire thing.
❝ it’s really good. thank you. ❞