A Broken Heart Writes

Memories

She's 17, same age as me. Light skinned, long dark hair, same height as me, 5'7 inches. She craves for food every sixty minutes, it's adorable, hilarious and scary sometimes. She's a Christian, but from what she told me, a nominal one. Surprisingly, she's from Africa. She moved to England, London, when she was five years old. Her dad's business is what made them move, she gave me but a few details about her family.

She told me all about herself. I'm practically a Rose Mela dictionary now. We talked for hours and I just couldn't get bored of her and the stories she told about herself. We went to the park talking with the air exploring our faces till dusk. When it was night time we went to a karaoke club where she sang "Marvin Gaye" by Charlie Puth. I had an awesome time with her that day.

"So how did you know the black pen was mine? It could have been someone else's."

I smiled as she turned to me once we stopped at her apartment door.

"How did you know I use black pens?" I asked her

"I watch you during cla-wait no! I just saw you use it once or twice"
I bursted out laughing
"Well that's also how I knew it was yours" I wrapped my arms around her neck as she wrapped hers around my waist returning my hug.

"What do you mean?" she asked as I walked away

I gave a dramatic halt and looked back at her.

"I watched you."

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I finally gather the strength to open up my heavy eyes. It's dark. I turn to my side, the digital clock reads 5:01am. I get up and start preparing for my 9am class. I can't stop replaying that day with Rose Mela over and over again in my head, including every other day I've spent with her. How she devours food. How she laughs over my sarcastic jokes. And her voice, her voice is melodious but it's not as good as Hers. I close my room door and lock it as I leave. Hers is amazing, it's beautiful, she's beautiful. Whenever she sang, it was like she had discovered a pathway to my heart, my soul. And my heartbeat is always in sequence with the frequency of her voice. It's been a month now, since I last saw Her. I can't remember how she looks, her face gets blurrier everyday. I miss Her, i miss Her smile, Her clumsy jokes, H-

"What the hell man! Are you blind? Those glasses aren't good enough for you?"
The guy I just bumped into said while i shove my thoughts aside

"Shit! I'm so sorry" i say and get down to help the guy pick up his chocolate chip cookies.

"Fuck off man!" He says as he picks up the last cookie before i could even get one. He throws it into his black leather MLM bag and walks hastily down the hallway.

He looks about 6'1 inches with dark hair and ponytail. He has a blue-red Berkertex shirt on, black ripped jeans and black converse.

"He's gonna come back for you y'know. He's just in a hurry right now."
I turn to my left to see Rose Mela

"What do you mean he's gonna come back for me?"

"That's Pills, A.K.A Derek the drug dealer. He'll be back, you'll see. Now let's go for our classes."

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Author's note: I apologize for the long wait after each chapter, I currently don't have excuses so I'll skip that:)). Vote and comment for more.
-Kosa