Ramona Flowers Scott Pilgrim Novels & Stories

She went to the cotton candy stand as she bought cotton candy for herself, and walked towards an animal stand to buy a kitten food for Fluffy. As soon as she was done, Ramona went to take a seat on one of the benches in the park. She played with Fluffy and after some time, she let him as she allowed him to eat his food while she ate her cotton candy slowly. Ramona was still eating when she heard her name being called. “Ramona,” She abruptly turned back to see a man with glasses on. He smiled at her as he approached her then took a seat next to him. “Please do I know?” Ramona asked, politely, and he chortled.

Kamrynn’s POV That night, I dream of Rmonica, and it’s one of the strangest, most vivid dreams I’ve ever had. I see her standing in a beautiful, sprawling garden, surrounded by vibrant, colorful flowers. She moves gracefully from one bed of flowers to another, smiling as she gently tends to each bloom, touching each petal as if it were precious. Her hands are tender, her face calm and content, filled with the joy of caring for something she loves.

Ramona said softly, her lavender pheromones rippling gently. Adelaide inquired, "How did you get here? Weren't you staying with the Barkers? Isn't Dorothy with you?" Ramona's lavender pheromones carried a hint of warmth. "Father's ill, so I came to see him. Dorothy had to meet Wilorina, so she didn't come along." Her wolf ears twitched faintly. Hunt wasn't ill at all. He'd merely fabricated an excuse to invite Adelaide over. Adelaide and Paisley stepped into the study. Hunt looked sick even if he wasn't. His hair was a mess, his face pale. The scent of old paper clung to him—thin, dusty, like a book left too long in a damp attic.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.