(Fictional Story) Something made me like yellow flowers more then any other flower. It wasn't the smell. Not even the sight of them really. It was the memorys i have of them. It was the accident that made me like them. The accident that killed my mother. I used to cry everytime i even heard somebody mention it. I used to stomp on every yellow flower i saw after the accident. But it was time that made me realize that yellow flowers that help me remeber her. The car accident killed her and i could of saved her, I couldn't move and the only thing i could see was her bleeding out onto a yellow flower that managed to get inside the car. For 30 minutes, It felt like it went on for 3 hours. But for some reason i hated yellow flowers just because it was there. Now i see the beauty. (This story has many hidden meanings, sorry if they dont make sense to you)
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