Hope for life

Lost memory

It's been two weeks since Kye and I have been together. Maci has migrated into our little group and has gotten along with Kye and I the most. One of my daily habits is hanging out with Ali and Kye after school. These past couple of weeks have been probably some of the best times of my life. When I'm with Kye I feel like I can be myself. I don't have to pretend to be anything around him. He's seen me at my worst, as hard as that may seem. One hug from him completely calms me and helps me relax.

Right now I'm in my usual spot at the park with Ali and Kye. As I sit cuddled in Kye's lap on a bench, I quietly played with his hands getting lost in my own thoughts. When I finally snap out of my little world I realize that Ali and Kye are talking about me. Ali has a serious tone in her voice, "don't hurt her by leaving her." Kye rest his chin on my head, "I would never leave her." I look up at Ali who looked at Kye like she knew something I didn't. My face turned into a small confused frown. Ali noticed me looking at her, "oh looks like you snapped back to reality." I roll my eyes at her, "shutup." Kye removed his arms from my waist to run his fingers along my scars on my arms. I try squirming out of his hold but he refuses to let go, "Kye..."
"Angel.."
"Kye, I just wanted a kiss."
"Nope."
"What? what do you mean no?" I ask in confusion. Kye kisses the back of my neck, and I squirm at the feeling of the trail of shocks across my skin. Ali starts laughing at my struggle to break free. I shoot her a death look and she puts her hands up in sarcastic surrender, "Ohhhh she's gonna hurt me. You gotta break free first." As Ali was hunched over from laughing I turn my glare to Kye who was still holding me hostage, "if you want to keep your hands I suggest you remove them." Kye slowly removed his hands and I lunged at Ali who quickly dodged me a started running at a full sprint. I chased Ali for a few minutes before giving up.

Ali and I returned to the bench Kye was sitting at, with his cigarettes sitting next to him. I run up and grab the red pack from its current spot and steal the last cigarette from the box. I throw the empty box at Kye and go to grab the lighter, before I can reach it Kye grabs it and gives me a disapproving look. My face falls into a small pout, "what? Give me the lighter." Kye just laughs at me, "I don't think so. Give me my last smoke back." I give Kye a smirk and reach in my pocket. I pull out a lighter and light the cigarette taking a deep drag before I break into laughter at Kye's death glare that's shooting at me. "Awe Kye babe what's the matter did you want some?" I hold out the cigarette offering it to him. He quickly takes it from my hand refusing to give it back.

As I look at him smiling I start to get lost in my own thoughts again. As I think about how lucky I got with being able to be friends with Ali, and how amazing it is that I found Kye. My mind drifts to another person that was just as special as these two are. As memories flow through my mind a tear streams down my face. Along with the wonderful memories comes the remembrance of broken promises and shattered dreams. I reach in my pocket to feel the worn piece of paper that always holds the loving words of the long distant memory. I was soon ripped out of my thoughts by Kye's warm embrace and frantic words, "Angel, Angel what's wrong?" I pull myself together and throw a fake smile on my face, "it nothing. I'm fine." Kye gives me a doubtful look but doesn't push it any further, "common lets go. I'll walk you home."

I return home to a once again quiet house. I walk to my room and start to rummage through my drawers looking for an old letter from the distant memory that I hold so dear to me. As I find what I'm looking for my phone rings and I freeze in place. I look at the name on my phone and my heart stops. "No, i-it can't be.."