When I Fell...

Chapter 12: Memories

Colton's P.O.V

I walked into me room, exhausted from playing with Daniel. He's a cool guy, but something about him just peaks my curiosity. I would never act on it though, I remember my twin sister's word like the back of my hand.

"If they haven't told you then there's a reason, so be patient Colty."

A slight smile pulls at the thought of her. She was wise for my little sister. She was only younger than me by a minute and always made sure that I knew that.

The picture of us together flashes in my mind as I spring up from my spot on the bed. I grab my suitcase searching for the thing that I knew was in here. The shiny glint of a photo catches my eye, I reach for the picture and the small grew. A large lump formed in my throat, tears pricked at my eyes, at the memory of my sister. Her wide smile that would forever make me genuinely smile. We were holding hands, with the shore washing our feet. The sunset behind us, making our faces barely visible. I remember that day vividly.

The car pulled up to the beach, I was bouncing with excitement. My twin sister sat beside me with equal excitement. We were both 11 years old, and this was our first time at the beach. Our friends brought up that they went to the beach over the weekend. We got curious and asked our parents once we got home. They said that they would rather show us then try to explain to us. And now, here we were waiting for our parents to find a parking spot.

We always had such an adventurous type of childhood, our parents always wanted us to see the world with our own eyes instead through someones else's.

Back then we were a family. Colette completed our family. Now were just a group of people who happen to live in the same house.

"Are you excited, Colty?" Colette beamed at me from her side of the car.

"Who wouldn't be?! I can't wait!" the smile growing on my face as I looked at my twin sister.

We resembled each in many different ways, brown hair, brown eyes, and high cheek bones. Other than that, were just best friends who happen to be siblings.

We spent the day swimming in the frigid waters, playing with beach ball that took an hour to inflate, and sunbathing in the harsh UV rays. Our parents taking picture after picture of our first experience at the beach. By the end of the day, we were both tuckered out.

"Colty! Come on! I wanna' watch the sunset near the water!" I remember her grabbing my hand and dragging me to the edge of the shore. She kept hold with my hand and we watched the sun slowing settle into a sleep waiting for the moon to takes it's place. I looked over at my sister with admiration in my eyes. As if feeling my gaze on me she looked over at me. A smile graced her as she looked into my soul.

We were in our own world that had everything we could ever dream. Our neighbors, our family members, our classmates, our teachers, and just people on the street say that we are the same person that split in half in the womb. We were that close.

Until that unfaithful day, where I may have lost her for good. Because of my selfishness.

By the time I finished reminiscing, a single rogue tear had fallen down my cheek. She was always so full of live, and I can't help but hope that one day she will be able to be like that again. Somewhere deep inside me keeps reminding me that if that ever happens, I won't be able to experience that with her.

The door behind me creaked open and I turned around to find Aunt Pat standing there, looking at me with sad eyes.

"She is a beautiful girl." she stated with a sad smile, full of grieve.

"I miss her voice. She had the most joyful voice, full of life." I glanced down at the photo for a second time. I looked back at Aunt Pat too see her walking towards me. She put a hand on my shoulder and crouched down beside me. She reached out to take the picture, I let it slip out of my fingers into her hands.

"I remember your mom calling me and telling me about this trip, I heard you two in the background talking to each other so animatedly." she laughed. Tears started to fall faster than before. I hate crying, especially in front of people, but right now I didn't care.

Once Aunt Pat realized I was crying, she wrapped her arms around my shoulder and pulled my head against her shoulder. And I let it out. I didn't bother to listen to Pat's soft coos in my ears, all I could about was Colette. Then she uttered words that so many people have said to me that I have become numb to.

"She will wake up, Colton."