The Bored Book

Memories Aren't Your Enemies (52)

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A ghostly grin still lay on his lips as the coffin closed. She shut it softly but the sound was still deafening to her ears. It was the sound of death. A sound we've all have come to dread. But she could still remember him sitting on their waterbed.

Everyone seem to attempt to cheer up her by actting good friends. Its useless she thought, I'm already dead.

His lips were the blue the last time she saw him. He was drowning, drowning, drowning. And no one could hear his screams. The pitches of horror at the seams.

Only her.

Forever her, in her wicked dreams.

Her sun had gone. Set itself before the dawn. Now night ran, no stars shone. She still remembers fighting for him. Fighting for Ron.

Her parents fought her. They couldn't understand it. Why would she love such a frantic fanatic? A boy of pride wrestling with pain without the passion or the love of rain. Was she lost? A troubled child? No it was just love sickening through her mind.

They traveled you see, soon as he turned twenty they set out to find plenty. You can imagine the sights, the travels, the laughs and the holds. It was heaven, it was hell, it was what they became to hold them together well.

She was sure she would die with him. Sure as the sun rode in its place. But sadly she was the last one to see his face.

Shakespeare told no lies.
Love could ruin the mind.

Because that what Ron had done. Ruined her and rebuilt. She was different now but he was gone, never to see how his masterpiece done.

As people took their seats, she didn't cry. She was bypassing life at this point, calmly looking in to her world. The faces, the frowns, the crying little girl. All of them didn't know, crying was for the weak. She was hollow now, hoping to be beat.

Her mother said hey, and hugged her really tight.

'We're so happy that your fine.' Her eyes seem to rhyme. And she really wanted to say;

But mother don't you see? I didn't live, I didn't die. i am either here nor alive, just sitting back and riding through life. Just bypassing what used to be my life.

Her tears didn't cry, her face didn't smile, and even as they lowered away her lover,
her mind couldn't lie.

She remembers how he used to smoke. How it killed her with every choke. The cigarette in his finger, twisting back and forth. Her camera caught every stroke. There was live days and dull days but their road always moved forward. Their travel was never done,
thats how he died, thats what took his life.

The last place they visited was table mountain. They had hitchhiked almost of their way there. Relaying on the kindness of hearts and using as little as possible from his bank account.

He wasn't rich by any means, just a guy with a dead uncle, who happened to leave most of his money, to his one and only honey. Too bad she was funny and gave it all to Ronny.

"I know its bad," he had told her once,
" But give me your hand, and we'll walk through the shallows of this land."

When the people stand and walk to shadows. She stay behind, a little light, Not even that bright. She stares down at the freshly mugged land. And remember how he always made her glad. The days he bought her flowers just because she was just mad. Her favorite a Lilly, so pure, so sweet and every time he got her one, it made her weep. But not today, she wouldn't cry for him.

He lives on in her heart. And thats why she won't cry over him.

She would soon be joining him.

She felt someone come behind her. She barely lifted her head to see her brother face.

"I know you loved him." He whispered to the wind.

"But there different kinds of love, you must realize even though you've lost him, you'll never lose us. We are your family, and we love you just as much."

Pain rip through her heart. Still no tears came. This was reality, this was pain.

Her brother placed his hand on her shoulder and hugged her side." Its the dust before your dawn."

"No, no light can take away this filth." She said softly as her eyes rested on the muggy patch, " I'll have no dawn."

"Then take the night, he would want you to."

She looked up at his face, stunned at her racing nerves.

"Living are we, the souls looking for the stars." He quoted and she almost, almost smiled.

"It wasn't your fault, he didn't drown because of you."

"But I could see him, I still can, in a way" She shook softly, "in my dreams he lives."

"Then its time you woke up."

She moved away from him suddenly, " I'll always love him, I'll never stop." She was angry, an eye of a storm.

"I'll never forget him."

Her brother sighed," You shouldn't, but you should also live for him."

She paused and briefly looked at his face again, " You noticed?"

"I never liked you in long sleeves."

It too much, all too much. Suddenly her breaths came out harsh.

And then..

She remembered.

"I know you would die for us, but first live for love." His voice whispered in her head, it was the day he saw her first cut." Live, because thats the only way. I love you forever, even when I'm away."

She nodded suddenly, her body shook with the power of it.

"I will, I will."

And then she cried.

She remembers everything. And everything would do for now.

That bought a silly smile to her face. Even as he lay to waste. Their time could never be replaced.

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