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1 year later
"But I'll be enough selfish, to ask you to remember one thing:
I love you, Winter, and don't forget that."
The recording stops and so does my heart.
This is the second time I'm listening to Atlantic's recording.
It's Alantic's birthday.
The time we had together, was so short, that we didn't even get to celebrate each other's birthday.
Our birthdays are in the same month.
17 days apart.
"Hey," I say to... Atlantic.
Or Atlantic's ashes.
His parents couldn't accept that their son was gone.
I guess, it's better like this. This way, he will always live in their hearts. And mine.
In the first three months, I lost everyone around me. In the first 2 weeks, I've attempted suicide and day by day, I've let go of reality and the people who cared about me.
The day I got Atlantic's recording, I took a first full of pills. My luck was that my parents were coming every day to check on me. They even moved to the same city as me so they can make sure that I'm fine.
Since his parents didn't want to deal with Atlantic's death, I had to. I couldn't do a proper funeral because somehow, I wanted to believe that he is not dead, that, somehow, he was alive.
"So," I start in a shaky voice. "I've got this really cute bracelet," I continue trying to force a smile like he was here. "In this little recipient, you can put anything you want."
"I thought that this way, I'll always have you with me." Tears start to form in my eyes.
I fill the tube with Atlantic's ashes and put the bracelet on my wrist.
"Happy birthday, baby."
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