bees seem to see me and think ‘oh hey a flower lets go land on him’. no matter what. *he laughs weakly, and shakes his head* that, and i’m allergic to their sting. found that out when i was ten. not nice.. *he’d swollen up like anything, and his parents had rushed him to a doctor*
“Oh no, that’s horrible…” she whispered, looking down at the ground. It meant spring would probably be spent much in the same way as winter. Or probably worse. She didn’t want to risk him getting stung.
She walked a bit silently beside him, lost in her thoughts of the coming spring, working out scenarios in her mind of ways he could still have fun with her. It meant no scenery photography for sure.
oh i, i’m still good though. *he smiles at her, squeezing her hand gently in his own, pulling her just a little closer to him* i know to keep still, and keep away from them if i see them. it’s okay, we. we can still hang out in spring can’t we?
Jack Maple 