Some memories aren't meant to be revived.
Especially when they're lurking in the deceitful creases and folds of the treacherous night.
*extended summary inside*
the beginning of this tale begins when Miriam was born, or perhaps when Nick was born. Or when Miriam's parents were born. Or even when nicks parents were born.
Or maybe this tale never did begin, it was a quick flash of lighting. Too fast and too insignificant to hold relevance to anyone. It made no impact on anyone in the true scheme of things and was simply the flicker of a ripple in a pond.
But then the tsunami hit.
This tsunami washed away everything. The traces of a girls bone dust, and the reflection of control and regret and inconsolable fear in a boys eyes.
It washed away the snipped strings and the melted wax. It concealed the sound of a morning commute trundling along the tracks and a boy in the shadows with a blood stained shirt.
Nick and Miriam's love started as what would appear to be waves on the horizon, something that could easily be a mirage, something that slowly gathered speed and height and power.
So when the wind picked up and the tsunami hit the oblivious people, no one was prepared.
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Nick likes watching fire, the way it meanders along its path and destroys all. He found an analogy. Miriam was fire. He thought of himself as the fire tamer, he controlled Miriam and used Miriam for his benefit. But Miriam was slowly growing tired, withering away.
So to save herself from decease, she turned her flaming heart in to an inferno.
Nick couldn't control Miriam's fire with his masochist ways, so he destroyed it.
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Nick parks the car and tumbles out of the drivers seat. Her overpowering smell. Her reflection in the rear view mirror. Her lip balm lost in the carcasses of food wrappers and stained tissues, that reside in his car.
He stares at the house that was once plundered by a party, a party that holds no significance other than being the party where Miriam went on her last day ever being sighted.
He swings his legs over the fence running around the perimeter of the back garden. He knows the folks are out for the day.
The pool where they drunkenly kissed and laughed is still there. A book of memories that nick wishes he could burn. He has already burnt too much.
But the tale doesn't end there, it ends back in Nicks car. So nick climbs back over the fence and sits in his car, which still smells of almonds.
Miriam and him had argued that night, this was when the tsunami began to build, this impending argument was long overdue. Miriam's excessive drinking( her method of secluding herself from nick) becoming a problem.
Nick had taken her from the party, appearing as a caring, loyal boyfriend looking after his disheveled girlfriend. If anyone would of looked closer, they'd of noticed the suffocating embrace in which he held Miriam.
Looking at her, so vulnerable and confused and stupid. Nick couldn't resist.
Nick; a boy who loved controlling people from the shadows, who infringed people's rights of privacy behind a facade, who always managed to keep himself in check.
All but in the eyes of Miriam.
A boy who needed control. A girl who needed to be controlled.
For once, nick and Miriam switched roles.
And nick, finally, became out of control.
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