Katie. Every day it was the same smile and wave. Smile and wave. Smile and wave. Blonde haired, blue eyed Katie. Closed eyes when she laughs Katie, although those moments weren't mine. They were Jake's. Jake. Every day it was the same kiss and cradle. Kiss and cradle. Kiss and cradle. He was perfect in her eyes and his sudden absence filled those eyes with tears. It was those tears that caused me to speak with her. I asked her what was wrong though I already knew the answer. But angels fall. They fall. They fall. Her tears returned as she remembered his kiss and cradle. Kiss and cradle. Kiss and cradle. I tried to distract her with more jokes, more movies, I even asked her if she would stay the night. She did. She warmed my bed with her body. The sight was so precious that I had to capture it. I had to keep this moment of serenity. She would be mind forever even if the tears returned. And they did. I held her hand. I told jokes. Played movies. Asked her to stay another night. My parents wouldn't be home. She laughed with closed eyes. She was still mine. Until Valentines Day came, then the tears came again. I bought her a chocolate heart like he would. It made it worse. She told me that she missed Jake, that she loved him. How?! Why?! I was there for her! I was the one who dried her tears! She said she wanted to see him again. She wanted his kiss and cradle! His kiss and cradle! His kiss and cradle! I was nothing to her and she had become nothing to me. She wanted to see Jake again. So I let her. His stink filled her nose when I opened the basement door. There would be no Kiss and cradle from him anymore and there would be no more jokes, movies, hands to hold. At the bottom of the stairs, her face rising from the dirt, her leg twisted about, she got what she desired most. She screamed and I smiled and waved. Smiled and waved. Smiled and waved.
