Limerence

Prologue

"Come on Carson!" Fletcher my brother shouted to me from across the field. I sprinted towards him, jumping over rocks and dips in the ground, trying to catch up to the faster of the two of us. Fletcher and I would run in that field all day everyday. We would race back and forth to our home next to the field until the sun began to set. I would pick flowers and deliver them to my mother and my best friends mother; Claudia.

"It's not fair! Your legs are longer than mine!" I yelled chasing after my brother. I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair as I galloped through the field. My hands reaching down weaving in and out of the various wild flowers. Morning glories climbing up over moss blanketed rocks. Meanwhile California poppies, lilacs, northern blue monkshood, wild roses and yarrow dusted the field like powdered sugar on mom's brownies. My mother loves flowers, seeing as she grew up with her father being a botanist. She taught me about all the flowers that were in that field, in and out. We would go out and pick them all day, making large arrangements and bringing them to our family and friends.

"Fletcher." my chest heaved up and down as I finally caught up to my twin brother. I stepped up next to him who was watching our house with flames in his eyes. I looked up to the house to see it taped off with crime scene tape that you see in movies. Police cars surrounded the house alongside many ambulances. Our neighbor Mrs. Sanchez was talking to the police  and seemed to be sobbing, her body shaking. Fletcher grabbed my hand and began dragging me towards the scene. We ran together stumbling over our feet, hardly able to stay standing. My heart was pounding in my chest and anxiety flooded my system. I sprinted with Fletcher until we reached the sheriff; Mr. Stilinksi. I threw all manners out the door and pulled on Mr. Stilinksi's pant leg as he was talking to our neighbor. Fletcher continued to look at the front door as people exited with two stretchers, a body on each.

"Mom?" I cried out as I saw the telltale bronzy locks of my mothers hair, spilling out of the bag, clearly not zipped. I took not even 2 steps before the sheriff bent down and pulled me into his arms.

"Come here guys." Mr. Stilinksi pulled my brother and I into his arms. "Your mom and dad, they aren't here anymore," Mr. Stilinski started, "They are up in heaven." He told us. He knew the way that our parents had raised us and the things that we would understand. I now understood; my parents were dead.

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Hey guys! I hope you all enjoyed the first little section of Limerence. I will try my hardest to post as much as possible but I am currently in my junior year of high school and i'm totally swamped with homework. I hope you all have a lovely day :)))))

-A