Sight

Eleven.

MARIA. MORNING CONTINUED.

After my meet up with Alexander, I decided to go to the park. I told him I needed some time alone, he agreed and bid me farewell with a warm kiss to my lips, his full lips leaving a lingering want, but he respected my choice and walked away.

I paced toward the park, the rusted metallic gates with the words 'Middleton Park.' It was engraved deeply into the darkening metal, moss green vines twisting and twirling around the metallic beams like flowers in a braid.

There were dried up auburn leaves, crisp and awaiting to be stepped upon, most of the branches of the grand trees that tilted from the outer side walk over the gated rails around the perimeter of the park were empty and bare from the harsh winter weather, the play set in the center of the park, the swing-set connected, the little seesaws here and there, it truly was untouched.

Little shivers still made its way past my thick jacket and sweat shirt, but I trudged on into the park, enjoying the satisfaction of my boots stepping on the crunchy, dried up leaves, feeling a flush in my nose which I'm sure is as red as blood at the moment, the air was fresh with the cold, I could almost feel the snow.

I walked toward the rusted metallic slide, a sad smile finding its way onto my face.

I climbed up the cold ladder, kept myself from wincing when the pain of the temperature seeped through my fingers, numbing my bones.

I pulled myself to the top of the slide and I felt the wind in my hair, picking up a few dark locks with it.

The dark clouds still cast light shadows across the dried up grounds, the sun peeked through sometimes, blessing us with warmth, but it wasn't often.

I sat down, my legs stretched out on the top of the slide. I sighed as I looked up into the sky, tears welling in my eyes, I could almost feel her hands on my shoulders, her laughter ringing in my ears, her voice mixing in with the whistles of the wind, almost singing as the rays of the rosy sunlight lit up our skin, we were infinite, in that moment, nothing could hurt us.

But then that moment ended.

I missed Skye, I missed her so much. When my big sister died, a big piece of me was taken away with her. A big part of my heart was hollowed out. Then I met Daniel, who filled that space, who made me forget. I didn't know whether to hate or love him for that.

He was my superman, he was the man who wore the cape and instead of letting it fly with him, wrapped it around me to ensure I didn't fall. He was the boy I fell so madly in love with, so blindly, I didn't care to see. I saw colors brighter, felt heart beats louder, the kisses deeper. Everything was shown to me in a new light, then that moment ended.

That hole got bigger, more darkness filled it, but that darkness was hidden.

Then something happened, something changed.

Skye, I still remember the way her light blue hair screamed her presence like a traffic cone. It suited her well, her fair freckled skin with her dark eyes, her wild personality. It seemed to fit her so well. Her roots started off a pale blue and slowly it faded into a deep indigo which slipped off into her tips, it was Skye, and her midnight colored hair, it was all her.

Thinking about her, it weighed down on my shoulders and cut into my soul, it hurt so much, but I never do stop thinking about Skye. She was the reason I moved to New York in the first place, the memories here, the pull and the pain, it was too much, and so I had to disappear. So I did, for a year.

I got homeschooled, stayed with my grandparents and that was where I met Daniel, that's where everything in my life lost footing.

I could hear her laugh, I could see her blue hair, I could feel the warmth in her smile and the contagiousness of her giggle, I could feel her like she was right next to me, I wish she was.