Don't let me go?

Chapter 16

Author's Note
This chapter is real close to my heart. I hope you like reading it just as much I liked writing it. There's the link to the song used in the chapter, please listen to it. It just adds up to the mood of the chapter. Happy reading.. xx

Candice's POV

Since the day she left us, I haven't been here. It's not like I don't like being here, it's just that coming here, breaks me into a million pieces and I don't think there's any amount of strength left in me to fix myself.

The day she left us, was the day Liam and I decided that her room and her things will remain untouched. We didn't want to throw away her things in order to get rid of her memories. I believe memories are not something that go away when you throw away the things, they stay with you forever, forever in your mind and heart. And I believe you cannot run away from them in denial. So, we wanted to cherish them.

I twisted the door knob and entered her room. The moment I stepped inside, it was like time travelling through these past months and going back to the time when she was alive.

The first thing that hit me hard when I entered the room was, the familiar rose fragrance. She always used to love it. I scanned across the room and saw her slippers lying across the room, as if they were just waiting for her to come and go out to the park she always went to. There was the rocking chair she always used to sit in while reading. And on the table beside it, laid an open novel she had been reading in her last few days with her spectacles lying near it.

There was this unmade bed with sheets lying over them, as if they've just been slept in. And on the same bed, was lying her jacket that she wore the last time I saw her. I glanced at the dressing table, and there were her favourite earrings, her lipsticks, her hairbrushes and what not.

For a moment, it seemed like nothing has changed. But reality hits harder than you expect it to. She was gone.. Long gone.. She was never gonna come back.

On the table next to her bed, I saw a picture.. A picture of us. Me and my mom. We clicked it in an amusement park and that was one of the happiest day of my life. I quickly held the frame in my hand. Looking at the picture, it seems like it was just yesterday when she was with me. And yet, at the same time, the memories seemed so distant to me.

I sat on the floor, just beside her bed. I took the jacket and the picture on my hands and hugged them so tight. It felt like hugging her, like touching her, like being close to her. I took a whiff of the jacket I held in my hands. It smelt like her and in that instant, she was with me. Even if it was for a moment, she was!

I was bawling my eyes out, remembering every single memory I have of her. This is for the first time when the pain in my chest was unbearable.

I kept her things as close to my heart as possible and kept saying "Happy Birthday Mom. I miss you" repeatedly.

And that was when an idea struck me. I rushed to my room and came back with a pen and paper.

I started to scribble a few things on it. I sat there for a couple of hours and I didn't even realise when sleep dawned on me.

Harry's POV

I have called her so many times and she didn't even respond to one. I'm sure Ms. Lazy Bones must be snoring in her bed.

I decided to go pick her up for school today. I took a shower and got dressed quickly and left for her home.

I reached her driveway in just a couple of minutes. I called her the last time when I was outside her house, before barging in.