2:30am in the morning. I was still awake, lying on my bed in the dark, listening to music. I picked up my hoody and slowly opened the windows making sure no one hears. Carefully walking on the roof top, I walked to the tree and climbed down. My bicycle was on the floor, I picked it up and headed down the street. I stopped at the Hanville park. It was quiet. No one else was around. It was so cold and I was glad I brought my hoody. I walked by the swings. and sat on one of them. I got a flashback of Isabelle's beautiful smile as she sat next to me when we went for a picnic on a beautiful sunny day. "Let's take a picture" she said to me. "Ofcourse" I replied. We laughed together as we couldn't decided whose silly face was the best. Isabelle always loved to take pictures, she once told me that "Memories make us who we are."
"Come on, let's go" I said as I held her hand running towards the icecream truck. We both love ice cream very much. I picked my favourite, vanilla ice cream for myself and Butterscotch ice cream for Isabelle which was her favourite. We sat at the nearby bench enjoying eachother's company and eachother's icecream. Isabelle loved to just sit and watch the younger children play. In her free time, she always used to babysit children in the neighbourhood. I admired her even more because of this.
I fell asleep and my sleep was interrupted by the park's security guard. I rushed back home. I fell asleep on the floor while listening to music and looking at old photos.
YOU ARE READING
Lost
RomanceTroye Carmin is a teenager who went through a difficult time. His girlfriend, Isabelle tragically passed away. He writes to his family and friends, telling them about his past with her, telling them about the places they both visited and how they sp...
