The Girl That Time Forgot

He had been across the world, met a wide range of women, some pretty, some not so much. He let no one know his name, so everybody just called him Hellberg. He traveled the world playing music for large crowds, and was most girls heartache. He could have any girl on the Earth he wanted with just the snap of his fingers, though, he had always said that he was waiting for a sign one day. He had recently traveled to New York City for a concert, and after being to the city many times, he had found a serene place for him to concentrate on the upcoming event. This is where our story begins...
She lived in a world she was lost in, Cambridge to Boston, she had seen it all. It all began when she was a young child, her father from Glasgow had run off, and to cope with the loss, her mother from Aberdeen turned to drugs. By just the age of nine, her mother had overdosed and died, leaving her with her grandmother. She could remember that late at night, as she fell asleep, her London born grandmother would begin to whistle an English lullaby softly while looking into the Oklahoma meadows outside the window. Eleven years later, when she had just left to start life, her grandmother became deathly sick with ammonia, just four months later, she passed. The family wasn't known by many, so at the funeral, it was just her and the priest, she can still remember her grandmothers dying breath, it was the lullaby she had sung to her for so long. Now, three years later, she still falls asleep whistling the lullaby to herself. Now though, she had no way to support herself, no one would take her for jobs because of her family's background with drugs. So instead of staying in one place, she travels around the country looking for work. She planned for her final stop to be New York City, she was tired of moving and not finding work. She planned to overdose just as her mother had done long ago. On her way to New York, a man stopped her, he didn't give a name, he just asked if she wanted a place to live. With no other options, she replied with a sturdy and excited yes. The man smiled at her and said,"Alright then, let's go, but first, what's your name?" "Margret Grace, name after my mother, Margret, and my grandmother, Grace. Most just call me Grace, it's also what I prefer." "Ok then, Grace, are you ready for the best time of your life?" "Why not?" He led her to a mysterious cave on a hillside, inside it was foggy. When they had reached the end of the cave the man said,"Oh my, I forgot something just outside of the cave, I'll only be a minute, I'll be sure that time remembers to get you soon.
Hours had passed and the man had still not returned, so she decided to inspect what had happened. As she left the cave she found a ship of paper inside an open envelope, she opened it to find a note saying,"Sorry, but I'm not going to be returning." "Of course", she thought," This would freaking happen!" She pulled out her map and once again, began her journey to New York. Time had forgotten her.
This place that was so serene and quiet was also referred to as the resting place of the dead, it was a catacomb. There was no wonder it was so quiet. He was there on a daily basis for hours at a time, he would bring a camping stool and a can of ravioli. being around the dead brought a calming, and thoughtful environment for him to stay.
She had made it, the big city was there in front of her, instantly she decided that the best thing to do was to find a place to set camp, she traveled to the graveyard at an old church, to her surprise there was something that seemed like a cave. She took it into consideration and decided that the best decision would be to stay there, and end there. She would already be with the dead, maybe it would help her commit to the act. She set everything she owned on the dirt floor and lied down to take a rest after all of the waking she had just done.
He was entering for his last day in the city, he had a concert in just twelve hours. He found it best to get focused so there would be no mistakes. Though as he was there he heard some quiet sobbing from further down in the tunnel, he had nothing to lose really so he told himself that it would be fine, this alone gave him the confidence to creep towards the sound. It was getting louder so he thought it would be best to stay where he was so he could get a better observation of the crying.
She was going to do it, this was it, the end. She looked up and muttered the words,"I'll see you soon Gram", she looked down to her hands to find the pills cupped in them, ready to stop the traveling. She prepared herself with a prayer, she prayed for forgiveness for everything she had ever done and for what she was about to do. While she did this, she whistled the grandmothers lullaby.
He felt comforter able enough to to round the final corner, to find not a little girl crying about a lost puppy, but a young adult praying with pills in her hands. Hellberg took the initiative and went to her, lightly tapping her on the shoulder, and asking what the matter was. This startled her, but she soon got over it. The two shared a moment where time seemed to stop, Hellberg was looking at her Aberdeen heart, London eyes, and Glasgow bones. He had fallen in love with a statue in a marble block, she was a paradox. She looked at him and just shut her ears, she's fallen too far, there was salt in her scars. She wouldn't let him taste her tears, she's gone too far, the girl that time forgot. She couldn't take it anymore and collapsed on Hellberg, they embraced for an eternity when finally he asked if she needed food, he looked at her pile of belongings and inferred that she had no food. He also remembered the pills that were still in her hands, he looked at her hands and smacked the one contained the pills, knocking them into the dirt. This was it, the sign he had been waiting on for so long, her, she was his sign.