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She told me she had spent millennia in the old forest among all sort of living creatures save humans, and was curious.

We met every day in an old fashioned café with wooden furniture and decorated windows, welcoming yet quiet, which she loved.

The she vanished.

I scoured the city day and night. It was like she was never here.

All I ever found were these flowers on our café table. I've been told they're called forget-me-nots.