Everything seemed slow without him around, distant, lonely. Of course he was the only one you would talk to the only one you could connect with. And now he was gone.
Sometimes you would get glimpses of past, memories; you would see him on the roads sometimes, maybe even around his own house, but you knew they were all fantasies.
Images. You sighed as you changed your position on your double sided bed, glancing at your clock. 12:36 almost noon. You sit up, running your hand through your hair, wiping your face free of tears.
'I really need to go out somewhere...' You decided to go off to the local market to take your mind off things and because you hadn't gone shopping in a week.
You stood from your bed, stretching and heading to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, staring at your run down looking reflection.
You had bags under your eyes and you looked tired. Basically you looked horrible. You sighed, turning on the hot shower water, watching as the hot steam filled the small bathroom.
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Waking down the small dirt road, swinging your basket around, as your mind began to wander. To him. 'Promise me you'll come back safely.' 'I promise' Your legs stop moving, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose; you take a deep breath.
'I need to forget....but...' You stare at the over passing cloud that consumed the sun, a small breeze blowing your hair and your white dress. The cloud passes and the sun shone brightly again, blinding you a bit. 'I miss him too much...' You sighed, continuing to walk in silence, with nothing but the birds chirping to company your ears.
Sounds of horses' hooves clicking against the pavement, laughter of giddy children, and shouts of merchants sailing their products, told you that you were in fact close to the market, meaning you could now set you mind on other things than him.
You had finally reached the town's market, starting towards the bakery for loves of bread and blueberry muffins. "Oh, good afternoon ______ dear." An old woman with a kind smile announces. "Good afternoon Mrs Fletchman." You murmur quietly, plastering a smile on your face.
"How that Roderick of yours doing, I heard he went off to the war? Getting any letters dearie?" Your smile vanished as quick as it came. 'I just can't seem to get away...' "A telegram came in the mail...three days ago...and uh....h-he...he didn't make it..."
You tried to sound like you weren't about to burst into tears, but failed miserably. Your voice cracked and your eyes stung. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry. He was a lovely boy." She spoke softly. "Y-Yes...he was..." You whispered, tears freely streaming down your face.
You gaze drops to the floor, watching as your tears drop to the ebony flooring. "Don't cry sweetheart, you'll mess up your pretty little face." She says. Looking up, you see that she was now in front of you holding out a handkerchief. You gratefully accept it, nodding a thanks.
"Now you've gone through hell and back with your father, and that boy was the only person keeping you sane." She stated. "Now you have to be strong without him, for him. He could never rest knowing you were grieving over him and not moving on."
"I try to be strong....but I can't forget. They keep coming back. Haunting me..." You replied. "What keeps coming back?"
"The memories." She softened her look on you, holding your face between he hands, looking deeply into your e/c orbs. "Deary, don't forget." She says. "But-"
"I know you're hurting, and you think that forgetting it the only cure for the pain, but you musn't." She spoke. "
These memories are the only things holding you down, the only things keeping you in reality. Don't forget, savor the memories you shared. Keep them, all of them: the good and the bad, because if you forget, everything you two had would be a lie."
