My Indelible Ink

Symphony

Chris's POV

I guess you could say that Sage awakened my sleeping heart. But I guess I ruined my chances the moment I made her cry.

That night I was grounded in my room still wounded by that CAT, sniffling, tears welling out from my eyes. No it's not me being emotional for being busted before even introducing myself NO! it is my cat allergies.

I hate being stuck in my room! I hate being surrounded by dull and uninteresting things. I hate absolute darkness it masks everything interesting around you.I looked out the window and there she is.

I could see her sitting there from across our house. Once again I felt lost..basking in her glory. Speechless, but if my heart could talk then it would've jumped out of my chest and screamed.

"What is this?" I asked myself. I looked at that window from across the neighbourhood. I held my chest.

"What power do you have over me?" Suddenly the night sky does not seem so dull anymore.

I fell asleep beside my window that night. My body hurt but its all worth it.

Sages POV

Mr. Pickles wasn't the first one that left. I had one to many goodbyes that it seemed that my heart has grown tired of mourning over the one's that left me behind.

I can't remember what Mum looked like there were no pictures of her as though she never existed all I know is that she is known to many as Martha. The mention of her name gives me a sense of familiarity, my mind may not remember but my heart aches when I think about her. She is the first one to leave.

When I was six my father used to bring me to Grandma's every weekend. I enjoyed her company, she would tell me her stories and It made me feel as though I was right there watching things unfold. She would always let me lay on her lap, her soft gentle hands caressing my back. Then I fall asleep every single time. This was my fondest memory of Gran.

This became a routine of Dad and myself every morning both weekends. This was the highlight of my week. However things changed when Gran moved houses. I still remember asking Dad as he drives to an unfamiliar suburb.

"Where are we going?"

"Gran lives somewhere else now" Dad said.

"Why? what happened to her old house?" I asked curiously.

"Gran needs company of people of the same age, so she doesn't get lonely" Dad responded.

"Is Gran lonely? Why?" I asked again.

My Dad stayed quiet as he drove farther than what we usually take going to Gran's old house.

We got to this strange building. I remember walking down the hall, I don't quite understand why Gran has to leave with all this strange people and move miles away from us.

The place is huge there were lots of rooms and people in white and blue uniforms. Dad said they keep Gran safe. We entered this strange looking room and I recognise a familiar figure lying there.

"Gran!" I screamed. Ran across the room and jumped on her lap. I asked her a million questions those left unanswered by my Dad, but all she did was look at me and said.

"Everything is fine" and my heart felt at ease. I thought to myself maybe Dad is right Gran is lonely and needed more company.

A few weeks after that we travelled miles to see Gran and went on with our routine. But every visit Gran seemed different. There were days that she prefers to stay in bed than walk, days where she likes wearing this mask on her face and days where she would pretend she can't remember me or Dad.