thirty one

ii. what belonged to her

ii. Write a scene that involving a simple item that triggers a memory

what belonged to her

It's been five months without her warmth. Five months without her caramel-eyes. Five months without her contagious laugh. Five months without her. Five lonely months without love.

The ray of sun shines through the curtains of the window as it rises higher in the cloudless sky. Silence courses throughout the small apartment that was once shared; through the halls, under the closed doors, and around me like a cage. 

I clench my jaw as the cold touch of the item that cherished our love lies in my balled hand. The tiny sting to my fingertips as I remember the day I gave it to her.

It was on a cool, breezy April morning. That day marked a year of our relationship. There wasn't much light pointing down on us from up above, but the morning sunrise amongst the grey was all we needed on that snowy day.

We sat on a plain blue blanket while we were wrapped in a white one; shoulders touching, faces so close we can feel each other's breath, and fingers intertwined. We laid on our backs as the large, white puffs slowly flew across the sky. I turned to look at her, her profile perfectly defined. When she described a certain cloud her hooked nose would scrunch in the most adorable way that it would make a smile appear on my face. Her warm eyes landed on mine as she turned her head to face me; a smile suddenly appearing. We exchanged some words of how much we were glad that we found each other and how much we loved one another.

Then I held out her necklace. Right away she put around her neck with my help and since then never took it off. 

I felt calmed, warm, and safe in her arms as they wrapped around my torso while mine were around her shoulder. 

Now I'm alone. No pair of arms wrapped around me. Soft lips aren't pressed against mine. And three words aren't echoed across the empty room.

It's sadly getting familiar.

A slight sting of pain stabs my chest as I set down the necklace onto the windowsill. I stand and place my bag over my shoulder. Slowly I circle the room, smiling as the joyous memories fog my mind. I'll never see this place again. So, I might as well leave what belonged to her.

A/N: In all honesty, this has to be very depressing. I'm just not that kind of writer who writes sad, depressing stories about lost love or something like that. I believe in falling in love (with it's usual ups and downs), but with some light feeling to the end. I do apologise. 

On the bright side, I hope you think the story is good or at least worth a comment or vote:)