A short greentext story based off a request on /sveg/.
SvFoE - Birthday Beanie
Request: How about some young Manna, maybe Marco getting Janna a hat for her birthday party.
>She hated the rain. It always ruined whatever fun activity she had planned for the outside.
>She looked around, taking in the entire scene. Seeing rows of tables and empty chairs lined up in neat orders.
>Food was left untouched, the many balloons that read "Happy Birthday" we're deflated, and the various party games hadn't even been taken out of their boxes.
>The backyard was filled with party related objects. But it was completely empty without a single person to enjoy them.
>The little girl, who sat alone at the end of the head table, hated the rain. But it wasn't the rain that ruined the party.
>It was herself.
>No one wanted to come to her party.
>And with that relization, came the rain. Only it wasn't the rain.
>The little girl cried, large tears rolling down her face, falling onto the cake below herself on the table.
>She could only associate her tears with the rain. Because she hated the rain when it ruined things.
>And she hated herself, because she had ruined her own party.
>And so she cried.
>And it ruined what was supposed to be a happy time.
>As she cried, a small boy came to her side. A small box in his hands.
>He placed a small hand on her shoulder, gaining her attention.
>She looked towards him with red and puffy tear soaked eyes. Seeing his confused and concerned look.
>He handed her the box.
>She took it with trembling hands.
>And opened it slowly.
>Inside was a simple beanie. Plain and a few sizes far too big.
>The boy simply took it out and placed it on her head. Slipping it over her eyes.
>So that the fabric of the beanie dried her tears.
>She looked at him from under the beanie and the boy gave her a simple smile.
>A smile she would always remember.
>That came from the boy with a mole who wore a red hoodie
>The ringing of the alarm brought Janna to full wakefulness.
>She sat up in bed, rubbing sleep from her eyes as the memories of her dream returned.
>She looked at the beanie that hung off the corner of her bed stand, grabbing it and hugging it closely.
>She brought it close to her face as she felt tears begin to fall.
>"Why can't you remember?". She asked. Alone in her room and in her thoughts.