His parting words to me were beautifully bittersweet but that was before everything happened. Before they became so devastating that they tore my heart and soul apart, not ever to be mended again. He told me "You know I'll always love you, right, Va...
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I think there is some validity in accepting that a part of you went with the person that died, and that a part of them stayed with you. After all grief is the price we must pay for love. For grief never goes away it only changes form. Some days it engulfs you in an endless darkness. Sometimes it follows you like a shadow you forget. But it never leaves. For if it does leave then you never truly loved enough.
Austin is the sun. The wind. The rain. He is in the air I breathe. With every breath I take there is no more pain no more fear. He is in the clouds above whispering the words of love. We'll be together one day but until then I listen to his words of love carried in every single thing I live.
"What's the story behind your tattoo?" I ask sitting next to Cole.
"Heather." He whispers. "She was graceful, her eyes were a big blue ocean color, like an angel. She could sing. She could dance. Whenever she danced it was as if time stopped and she was the only thing that mattered. I never met anyone that didn't like her."
"It's in honor of her memory, of my love to her..." his voice cracks "So that I'll never forget her."
"You know you are the only person that I feel that really understands what I'm going through." I tell him.
"Yea me too." He says a melancholic tone in his voice. "Hey you want to get some ice cream?" His mood lightening.
"Sure."
We get up and I follow Cole as we tread on the weeded grass. "I know this nice place not far from here."
We enter a small ice cream parlor. It has black and white checkered floor. With pink stools. I almost have the nerve to giggle. Cole in a pink parlor? That is unheard of! I am shook!
"Go sit down I'll get you some ice cream." Cole tells me.
"Really thanks but no."
"Uh why not?" His eyes furrowed in confusion.
"Because what if you bring a flavor that I don't like." I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow. I like literally any flavor of ice cream except strawberry. But Cole doesn't know that.
"I swear I'll bring your favorite flavor." Cole shrugs almost impatiently.
"And how would that be so if you don't know what my favorite is hmm?"I say tauntingly.
"Let's make a deal, if I bring you your favorite flavor of ice cream you pay for both of our ice cream and accept the fact that you are a pain in the—"
