Leaving Me

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~A single rose can be my garden...a single friend, my world~
~Leo Buscaglia~
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-Present time-

The emptiness remains as if no time has passed between then and now.

I glance at the Timekeeper projection on the distant gates, 21:34. The darkeness falls for some at this time, while others, it is still as bright as midday. Time and daylight don't correlate as they did in the Early Years. The Guard discovered how to maniuplate time and daylight to fit each individual.

For me, at 21:34, it is in afternoon light.

Time has no meaning anymore. The days never grow brighter, nor do they dim for me. I remain in a gray world, with time as nothing more than an unecesary accessory.

Time mocks me.

Every hour and every minute that ticks away is another without my bestfriend.

He took a part of me with him when he left. A part of me no one and nothing can replace.

Time mocks me.

It can be turned back, reset. But at the same time it can't.

Reliving those few days in the past moments, makes the gaping hole in my chest all the more noticeable.

I've started crying once more.

I rest my head on the smooth marble letting the tears trickle down its surface.

"I wish there was a way that I could bring you back." I whisper to the stone.

"You were my best friend, Elliot James."

"You were more than a best friend to me." I choke back a sob.

A Cycle passes by the cemetery, it's tires buzzing in the small puddles.

I lift my hand, tracing over the engravings. As my finger leaves the neatly carved words, I slide my fingers over the side of the sleek marble. As I graze its side, my finger catches. Slowly lifiting my head, I am able to see a small scanner embedded into the marble. Curiously, I place my finger onto the pad waiting for the familiar beep. When it rings through the air,a small gasp escapes my lips as I remove my finger.

I watch as a small panel slides open beneath the scanner. There's a small piece of paper clipped inside. Carefully, I retrieve the slip, my fingers fumbling as I slide the panel shut.

When I unroll the paper my heart stops.

Tumbling into my lap is Elliot's bracelet, the emerald glistening. I glance down at the paper, waiting patiently inside is Elliot's familiar hand writing.

For you.
I love you, Emmy
~Elliot James