Memories of the Loved (A Prodigy Story)

12 Memory encodings

I was glued to the leather chair with my hands placed on my lap like a lady. Thank L'oreal for their waterproof mascara. If you saw the state I was in. Hailey tried to make it seem everything was okay and Craig and I were pretty grateful for that. The judge even smiled to us but blatantly with pity. I remember when we were leaving to go to the car and an old man came to speak to us. 'You two are a great couple, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Young man, you have a beautiful woman here, who wouldn't want to take her to the bedroom. Also, young lady that man took you to met his family, yeah they can be a pain but they sure are worth it. I wish you two good luck in the future and remember to stay strong!' Those were his words precisely and they really brightened the mood. Back to the moment in time, there is a silence in the chair no word being spoken just the engine going, the taping of my feet and Craig's subtle humming.

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There was wind escaping the outside and coming into the house. With each blow of wind, the curtain will flow like it's dancing, flowing with the wind. I know, great perspective with a curtain but that was the only thing to concentrate on. It's been two hours and Craig and I haven't said a word. Two hours since Zia was ripped away like pulling off a curtain from it's pole. Okay, I am being obsessive with curtains but its glued to a part of my brain. I know, you can't really glue things to your brain. That is physically impossible. You could only attach things to the brain like emotions or a certain memory. Though I bet that sure is hard to remember a memory in detail perhaps in great detail even when its a while ago. Must of been something that great to remember or on the other hand quite grieving

"You okay now?" Craig questioned wiht care in his voice. "How could I be Craig, a whole year load of times with her gone!" I answered. Craig was could hide his emotions. Not exactly hide it but capable of handling it. He wasn't the one to pour out his emotions randomly when some else is feeling depressed. Me on the other hand, wasn't the greatest. I wasn't the attention seeker for everyone to feel pity upon but the one who just wasn't capable of handling it.

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I was never this excited to come back home. I just really wanted time to myself not go into hibernation in your room way but just to have time to yourself. Everyone needs some alone time once in a while, sunken with emotions or a joyous occasion; you still have time to think. I was just waiting for the moment to burst into the house and have some alone time. Just time to ponder.

I haven't really expressed my love for my home. It's not one of those show-off houses for display or those cramped houses with hardly any space to move. It was the one which you could feel easily attached to and comfortable in. I may see a bit dramatic but I adore my house.

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I gazed at the house in awe, looking at it through the tinted car window. A 8 hour drive well spent. I couldn't wait to see the already placed objects and to add the finer details, to make it look more like a home. It was the outside appearance like Gabby Solis' and the inside appearance like Susan's Mayer and the front porch being like Bree Van de Kamp's. I had been watching a Desperate Housewives marathon for the past week or so. It wasn't a duplicate of these interesting ladies but it had Craig's and I's touch. Our own home.  A place to raise a family and start a job. Maybe a business if I'm able to reach that dream. It was a nice subarbian area like Fairview, a place I hoped of living in when I was 13.

I was itching with happiness to open the door. "Craig open the door!" I squealed with the both of us carrying a load of boxes. "Don't get your knickers in a twist" Craig answered trying to attempt a British accent.

We took in the appearance of the house with the door wide open. It was actually how we imagined it. Quite classy to be honest, I was a girl with sophistication. The house was absolutely amazing. "You like the view?" "Who would not?!"