The Ember Garden

Stuck

If I had the power
To turn back the clock

I'd visit the summer flowers,
Withering at the end of the block

I'd wander to the house
Where your dying memory still lives

Back to old hallways
That echo our screams

To the edge of our special cliff
Where we'd make all our dreams

I'd hold you close
Never let you slip away

Give you love in the most lethal dose
I'd be your undying cliché

I wish I had understood
That our forevers won't last

I wish I had known
That you'd become a fragment of the past

I miss you today
And I'll miss you forever

I promise this forever is one that'll last
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My head spiralled into a whirlwind of questions and I could practically feel myself falling down an abyss of confusion.

How could this be? We literally came the opposite direction of the park. Were we walking in circles? But Paige knows this place so I don't think so. Was I even in the same park? But Paige told me that it was the only one around... But then-
How- how did I end up here...

I stayed put, staring at the park and the people in it.
The sun burnt so bright, it made them look so pale; I could practically see through them.

The world twisted and turned, freezing in place. It was like I was in a tornado... a tornado that was stuck in time.
An eery silence washed over and I became overly-aware of how long I had walked with myself; aware of how long I had walked with only silence by my side.

I pushed myself forward, getting a better view of the people. They seriously need to get a tan, I thought to myself as I shuffled around. I watched, as a red-headed girl dangled her feet from the top of the monkey bars. Well, the colour of her hair was more of an auburn blonde, like mine; It's always annoyed me when people called me a red-head. Her perfect curls mocked the tangled nest that rested on top of my head.

Elements of a smile twitched on my lips when I heard her making excuses to not get down, as her mother yelled for her to get ready for heading back home.
I used to be like that when I'd go out with grandma, making countless excuses to not go home.

Watching this scene play before me made me feel something. Something that I, for once, couldn't understand or explain.
It was a familiar feeling. The same familiarity I felt when I first came to this place. As if a part of me knew this place; like a piece of my sould remembered these people. This scene felt known to me, like maybe a corner of my heart held these memories.

I guess it reminded me of the times when I'd go to the park as a kid; when I had no care for the world and when I actually knew how to live in the moment. I felt hypocritic thinking that so I decided to actually look around.

I continued strolling and observing the rest of the people. I was occupied with the ducklings that dawdled near the pond when a voice boomed through the park, shaking the trees and instantly catching my attention.

"Amber Ace McAllister!"
This voice was well-known by me and instantly tensed up my body, making me alert. I spun around, dreading who'd I see. And there stood the mother?

She repeated herself, this time more stern, calling out for her daughter.