The Girl in Purple (Pietro Maximoff) #Wattys2015

The Boy Who Forgot

Dedicated to @blooming2401. In the words of Sherlock Holmes:

I heard you.

P.S. Just incase you think I'm being weird, I'm referring to your comment, asking me to update.

P.P.S. A note to all readers: I'm adding a question of the day at the bottom of every chapter from now on. :)

XOX

Sunlight streamed through the gap in the cream curtains, filling the room with pure, beautiful light. Pietro lazily rolled onto his side, finding himself incredibly comfy in between the sheets. He was sure that he could sleep there forever if he was given the choice. He breathed in heavily the heavenly scent on his pillow, shampoo and black pepper. Arrabella's scent. He stretched out his arm, thinking that he could drape it around her waist but his arm connected with more sheets. Opening his heavy-lidded eyes, he found himself alone in their bed. Where was she?

He slipped out of bed and stretched, assuming that she was in the kitchen, eating breakfast. With that thought in his mind, he wandered to the said room, imagining Arrabella's smile when she noticed him watching her.

When he opened the door to the cooking area, Pietro frowned, Arrabella was nowhere to be found. He stepped over the threshold and glanced around the room. Everything was still in it's place, which was odd. Arrabella would have been up by now, where was she?

Something on the fridge caught his eye, it was the calendar. There was something written in red on it. Sebastian took a step closer, curious to know what it said. He carefully read the scrawled handwriting, recognising it as his own. He frowned. The message didn't make sense. It read:

'PICK UP ARRABELLA'S ASHES TODAY, BROTHER. YOU NEED CLOSURE AND SHE NEEDS TO CONE HOME. LISTEN TO THE ADVICE DOCTOR WATSON GAVE YOU.'

He was going to be sick.

It was all too real, he couldn't believe this was happening.

Running to the bathroom, he soon found himself emptying his bile into the toilet bowl. Lifting his head once he was done, Pietro unsteadily stood up to wash his mouth it in the basin but as soo. as he caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror mounted on the wall, all the memories came flooding back. As they did, he vomited.

Finally, when he felt as if he had nothing to heave, he began to attempt to stand up but his body had other plans. Before he even fully stood up, his knees gave way, causing Sebastian to collapse to the ground and crack his head on the basin in mid-fall. He groaned as he hit the floor, his head pounding.

She really was gone, he hadn't been dreaming. Three months since her death and still Wanda wrote reminders on the calender for him to pick up Arrabella's ashes.

Arrabella was really dead. She was never coming back.

How could he ever get closure after something so tragic occuring in his life?

Wanda was right though about one thing, it was about time Arrabella came home. It was about time she was back where she belonged, maybe this time she'd be safe at the Towers.

XOX

Two Days Later.

He had finally done it, dragged himself to the funeral directors and retrieved what was left of the woman he loved.

Pietro was sat on the floor in the hallway, holding the Urn, more tears free-falling. He had his Arrabella back. He had his best friend back. "I'm so sorry, Bella." Pietro whispered into the silence of the flat. "I'm so sorry for the pain I caused you and I hope that you can forgive me." he wiped his tears, sniffing. "I miss you. I miss you so, so much and I'd do anything to have you back in my arms. Anything."

Question of the Day:

What is your favourite colour?