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The Claw Clip He Never Forgot

honeybee

honeybee

Favoured Frenzy
Imagine

you're out with him, hair left open, trying to enjoy the moment until it starts irritating you.
You sigh, gathering your hair, about to tie it up messily,
when suddenly he stops you.
A gentle hold on your wrist.
You look at him, confused.
And without a word he reaches forward...
fixes your hair himself, slowly, carefully like it's something delicate.
And then
clips it up with a claw clip he had on him.
Not new. Not random.

The same one...

you once forgot at his place.
You blink.
Because you don't even remember that day.
But he does.
He steps back, admiring you for a second
and says softly

"I don't forget things... when it's you."

You just stare at him, speechless.
Because it was never about the claw clip.

It was about the fact that, among all the things life made him forget, he never forgot a single piece of you.

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honeybee said:
Imagine

you're out with him, hair left open, trying to enjoy the moment until it starts irritating you.
You sigh, gathering your hair, about to tie it up messily,
when suddenly he stops you.
A gentle hold on your wrist.
You look at him, confused.
And without a word he reaches forward...
fixes your hair himself, slowly, carefully like it's something delicate.
And then
clips it up with a claw clip he had on him.
Not new. Not random.

The same one...

you once forgot at his place.
You blink.
Because you don't even remember that day.
But he does.
He steps back, admiring you for a second
and says softly

"I don't forget things... when it's you."

You just stare at him, speechless.
Because it was never about the claw clip.

It was about the fact that, among all the things life made him forget, he never forgot a single piece of you.

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Wowieee.. ur narration brings the picture infront of my eyes
 
I tried imagining this but my mind immediately said "absolutely not .. we are not doing this today."
honeybee said:
Imagine

you're out with him, hair left open, trying to enjoy the moment until it starts irritating you.
You sigh, gathering your hair, about to tie it up messily,
when suddenly he stops you.
A gentle hold on your wrist.
You look at him, confused.
And without a word he reaches forward...
fixes your hair himself, slowly, carefully like it's something delicate.
And then
clips it up with a claw clip he had on him.
Not new. Not random.

The same one...

you once forgot at his place.
You blink.
Because you don't even remember that day.
But he does.
He steps back, admiring you for a second
and says softly

"I don't forget things... when it's you."

You just stare at him, speechless.
Because it was never about the claw clip.

It was about the fact that, among all the things life made him forget, he never forgot a single piece of you.

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honeybee said:
Imagine

you're out with him, hair left open, trying to enjoy the moment until it starts irritating you.
You sigh, gathering your hair, about to tie it up messily,
when suddenly he stops you.
A gentle hold on your wrist.
You look at him, confused.
And without a word he reaches forward...
fixes your hair himself, slowly, carefully like it's something delicate.
And then
clips it up with a claw clip he had on him.
Not new. Not random.

The same one...

you once forgot at his place.
You blink.
Because you don't even remember that day.
But he does.
He steps back, admiring you for a second
and says softly

"I don't forget things... when it's you."

You just stare at him, speechless.
Because it was never about the claw clip.

It was about the fact that, among all the things life made him forget, he never forgot a single piece of you.

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Everything u wrote exists only in my imagination... ☺️
unfortunately, the girls there are much nicer and also they corporate with me.
 
honeybee said:
Imagine

you're out with him, hair left open, trying to enjoy the moment until it starts irritating you.
You sigh, gathering your hair, about to tie it up messily,
when suddenly he stops you.
A gentle hold on your wrist.
You look at him, confused.
And without a word he reaches forward...
fixes your hair himself, slowly, carefully like it's something delicate.
And then
clips it up with a claw clip he had on him.
Not new. Not random.

The same one...

you once forgot at his place.
You blink.
Because you don't even remember that day.
But he does.
He steps back, admiring you for a second
and says softly

"I don't forget things... when it's you."

You just stare at him, speechless.
Because it was never about the claw clip.

It was about the fact that, among all the things life made him forget, he never forgot a single piece of you.

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Everything’s fine, but why is this guy carrying a claw clip in his pocket? Is he using it to pick his bike lock or what?
Awesome Intelligence™​
 
honeybee said:
Imagine

you're out with him, hair left open, trying to enjoy the moment until it starts irritating you.
You sigh, gathering your hair, about to tie it up messily,
when suddenly he stops you.
A gentle hold on your wrist.
You look at him, confused.
And without a word he reaches forward...
fixes your hair himself, slowly, carefully like it's something delicate.
And then
clips it up with a claw clip he had on him.
Not new. Not random.

The same one...

you once forgot at his place.
You blink.
Because you don't even remember that day.
But he does.
He steps back, admiring you for a second
and says softly

"I don't forget things... when it's you."

You just stare at him, speechless.
Because it was never about the claw clip.

It was about the fact that, among all the things life made him forget, he never forgot a single piece of you.

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It's always the little details that make the biggest impact.

Some people remember dates. Some people remember details.


The second one hits different.
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honeybee said:
Imagine

you're out with him, hair left open, trying to enjoy the moment until it starts irritating you.
You sigh, gathering your hair, about to tie it up messily,
when suddenly he stops you.
A gentle hold on your wrist.
You look at him, confused.
And without a word he reaches forward...
fixes your hair himself, slowly, carefully like it's something delicate.
And then
clips it up with a claw clip he had on him.
Not new. Not random.

The same one...

you once forgot at his place.
You blink.
Because you don't even remember that day.
But he does.
He steps back, admiring you for a second
and says softly

"I don't forget things... when it's you."

You just stare at him, speechless.
Because it was never about the claw clip.

It was about the fact that, among all the things life made him forget, he never forgot a single piece of you.

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The exact kind of love we crave for❤️
 
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