I have taken up a spot on my windowsill. It's cold and hard, and I have to bring my knees up so tightly they reach my chin, but I am content.
The moon is gone now. So is the rain. The skies are clear, almost as if they are trying to give me some sort of hope; but I know there is none left for me in this world. I can see the sun, just a slight glimpse, but I know it's there. The sky is a mixture of orange and yellow, almost like a huge fire has taken place in the heavens.
The new sky does not give me comfort or reassurance. In fact, quite the opposite. I know that since the sky is changing, so is time. And the more time changes, the less time I have to remember.
And I need to remember.
***
I decided I would visit people as I ate my breakfast one morning. I hadn't seen my friends in a while - Steve in particular - and I felt a little guilty.
I tugged my usual brown leather jacket over my cream shirt which was teamed with jeans. After a final check in the mirror I retreated out of the house and on my way to my car.
It didn't take me long to find Steve's house. I was searching for it using directions simply from my memory. I pulled up in front of his detached house before going up and knocking lightly on the mahogany door.
"Hey Steve," I said as he opened the door. It had been so long since I'd seen him. He had a slight stubble and was as good-looking as my memory.
"Wow Abby," Steve replied while scratching the back of his head, "this is such a surprise. It's been too long."
"I know,"
"Would you, uh, like to come in?"
Steve led the way to the kitchen and I followed suit. As we passed the stairs he called up:
"Stella, we have company." Then he added, "Stella's my girlfriend."
Shortly after Steve's call, a bounding sound was heard from above. Soon someone, who I assumed to be Stella, stood in the kitchen with us.
"Hi," she said, flicking a golden lock out of her face, "I'm Stella, but you could probably already guess."
"Yeah," I replied. "Nice to meet you, I'm Abby."
Steve clapped his hands, "Lunch, anyone?"
"No, actually, I'm only here for a quick chat. Any news?"
"We're together!" Stella exclaimed, as if I couldn't already tell. I looked over at her and noticed she was wearing hot pants and a thin tank top - despite the fact it was chilly outside.
"Yeah, I got that." I replied, a little more moodily than intended.
Steve cut in, "Nothing much, job's going well - by the way, you're needed in two days, Doreen is off - and as you know, Stella and I are together."
"Have you known each other for long?" I asked Steve, not wanting to hear Stella's answer.
"About a week,"
A week. A week ago I was still furious at Zeke. Steve and I conversed for about half an hour, with several cut-ins from Stella, but then I announced I had to go.
"See you soon, maybe?" Steve said as I stood on his doorstep.
"Sure," I waved my hand and turned my back on Steve so I could walk out to my car. It felt good to see Steve, I had missed him. After all, without him me and Zeke mightn't even be together.
I remembered the time at the fair last year, I resented Steve. He seemed cocky, ignorant and - for lack of a better word - annoying. After that day he changed. I forgave him. My story is all about forgiveness, you see.

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Forgetting the Murder
Mystery / ThrillerAbby Winston has her pretty average life turned around one day when she meets the gorgeous Zeke Riley in the woods. Little does she know that his amnesia hides a lot of dark secrets that could completely change her view on what she thought was just...