Seven Minutes

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He remembers the disappointed looks his father always gave him; how his mother cared for and comforted him; how his younger brother admired him so.

He remembers her. The one he was betrothed to. The one he couldn't stand. He remembers how he escaped to a small town of Everafters because of her. He remembers how lonely he felt, despite having so many loyal subjects in his Forrest.

He remembers how the old lady cared for him like a grandson. He remembers how he met her granddaughters. The blond one fought back when he tried to make her walk the plank, and he instead fell into his pool of goop. He remembers how the little brown haired marshmallow could shovel food into her mouth at the same rate he could. He remembers how the two sisters and their family turned him into a hero, and how he didn't mind.

He remembers slowly drifting apart from most of the sisters' family, including them. He remembers how angry he was when he discovered the blond one was getting married-and he wasn't the groom.

He remembers how he crashed her wedding, and how angry, yet ecstatic she was to see him. He remembers how long it took for her to forgive him.

He remembers. Their wedding day, and how the marshmallow and the psycho were both the maid of honor.

He remembers the days their babies were born, and how missed Blondie seemed to be at him. He never quite understood how people thought screaming, drooling, and crying little creatures were cute. He didn't think children were cute until they got a mischievous glint in their eyes. He remembers how he walked each of the ugly little creatures down the aisle (on desperate occasions), although they had both become beautiful young women.

He remembers the day Blondie died. It was only the day before, and now he was legally dead. He hopes she thought of him in her seven minutes.

A/N This one shot was inspired by the idea that during the last seven minutes of brain activity after you die, you remember the highlights of your life. I know, these are getting depressing. I'll write happier ones next. Please feel free to request one shots, I'll be happy to try and write what you guys want to see. :)

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