Memories
[It's a skunk bush.]
"A sk... unk bush... No wonder it worked," Ossa said, a lone memory of a skunk bush escaping his sealed memory as it played in his ethereal mind.
In the lone memory fragment was a cute little boy, his hair as black as the pelt of a shadow wolf, his eyes as green as a newborn leaf.
The cute figure scrunched his nose, tears in his eyes as he looked seemingly at Ossa with a look of injustice.
Ossa, noticing the gaze, felt nostalgic. "Who is he... Nelson?" Ossa thought as he reached out his hand to touch the boy in his memory, his hand touching Bel instead as Bel was in front of him, and she was real, the memory not.
Ossa, who still saw Bel as 'this Nelson,' said, "I have missed you... Where have you been?" Bel looked at Ossa, his dark green eyes full of sadness and nostalgia as he looked at her.
"Ossha, arh u orkay?" Bel asked worriedly, her nose still scrunched, her eyes teary.