As Harper and Alice's relationship continues to grow, more circumstances arise around them unexpectedly.
After a frightening incident occurs regarding her dear friend, Bella Swan, Alice, and her entire family make a decision to leave the town of For...
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October, November, and December passed, and the endless torment that pulsed through my body never alleviated.
The time that had passed since that fateful day in September — when the girl whom I loved dearly with all of my being left along with her family without a trace — went by irregularly, painfully.
Every painful day that ticked by felt the same — the black hole that unfolded in my heart only seemed to grow larger as the months passed, bleeding out endlessly with no way or purpose to heal back up.
Anytime I wasn't at school, I would be locked in my room, curled up in my bed staring at the bleak lavender walls, filled with drawings that Alice drew me that I could no longer look at without feeling waves of agony swarm through me.
I could've taken them down, I could've discarded the photos we took together that I kept by my vanity mirror, disposed of the customized CD she gifted me with all of our songs on it, torn up the beautiful pink dress she gave me that she loved seeing me in, ripped up the red azalea flower she picked for me during our greenhouse field trip that past Spring, and even did away with the gifts her family got me — the polaroid camera, the airline tickets, the gem bracelet, all of it.
Yet, those memorial articles, along with the unbearable strain I felt were the only reminders I had that she did exist — her and her family.
I wanted so badly to convince my mind that none of it was real. That she never existed, her kind didn't exist, the true love and enchantment she gave me was just a figment of my imagination.
However, I knew deep in my heart that it was all real — even if her love for me didn't last, I knew it was real at one point, and the pain of remembering the love she had for me was proof enough amidst the materialistic items I had left from her.
Nevertheless, I always kept those things out of sight to minimize the heartache even slightly — only the art pieces and joyful photographs I had no energy or motivation to unnail from the walls remained, though I did my best to ignore them, despite knowing everything that revolved around her was irresistible.
My mom's concern for me only grew as time blurred by, and she would even try to coax me out of my room with movies, my favorite meals that she always cooked perfectly, and even trips to Port Angeles for last-minute Christmas shopping back in December — something I had always enjoyed doing in Fresno with her near the holidays.
Nonetheless, I could barely muster up the energy to get dressed out of my pajamas, let alone go out.
I did my best to try to ease her worries by eating dinner with her, or watching films with her in the living room, yet, I would always end up feeling too nauseous to eat more than a few bites of supper, or get caught in the neverending stupor that would prevent me from focusing on any of the movies she played as an attempt to raise my spirits, resulting in me zoning out and muting everything around me — something I grew used to.
