The Butterfly Effect by Avorra
“I’m going to get fairy floss!”, he announced, turning and walking off in search for a stall.
When he found one, he realized he didn’t actually want any fairy floss. So, he stood there and watched as the lady whipped up sticks of the sticky sweet candy with a machine and handed it out to the people waiting in line. He remembered how his mother loved it and bought it for him to which he ate and fought back the urge to spit it out. He didn’t like it but he ate it anyway because his mother did.
Fuck, he thought to himself, out of all the things, he was getting emotional over bloody fairy floss.
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