Song To Story

Remembering Sunday by All Time Low

He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes.

My eyes cracked open just as the sun was rising; shining weakly through that clouds that seemed to have followed me around since that fateful Sunday. The day that she left.

It’s been routine for me, since that day, to wake up super early and just lie in bed, not motivated enough to get up and do anything. I’d spend the day just lying there doing absolutely nothing. But today is different. I can feel a dull thrum of energy running through me and decide that today’s the day.

When you spend a few weeks lying around doing nothing, you get a fair amount of thinking done. And after a couple of days, I decided that I would have to go searching for her. But I’ve never had enough energy to do anything except stare at the ceiling all day. Until now.

I get up and take a shower, letting the water wash away weeks of sweat and dirt. After throwing on some new clothes, I put on my shoes and exit my house.

My feet cut the familiar route towards her home and soon I’m stand at her front door. I raise my hand to knock, nerves coursing through my body. It’s been weeks since she left me; I haven’t spoken to her since she upped and left, with barely a goodbye. What if she’s moved on? What if she’s seeing someone new? What if she just doesn’t want to talk to me anymore?

Maybe I should leave. But as I lower my hand, new determination flashed through me. I shouldn’t have to accept her leaving me so suddenly. I deserve an explanation, anything, just so I can have a bit of closure. So I lift my hand up and knock on her door.

But there’s no answer.

I knock again, harder, but still, nobody opens the door. I try and look in the windows and check for her car in the driveway but there’s nothing. In fact, the house looks as though it hasn’t been lived in in quite a while.

Pondering this, I look over to her neighbours, just as the door of their house is flung open. 

The neighbour looks over at me with a surprised face, “I wouldn’t bother mate, she’s not home.”

“Oh..” I say quietly, “When did you last see her?” I ask the man hopefully.

He shoots me a sympathetic look, “It’s been ages, quite a few weeks I think.”

“Oh,” I say, “Okay, thanks, I guess...”

“No problem man.”

The guys walks over to his car and gets in, waving to me as he drives off.

Great, now where do I find her?

I walk down the driveway of her house and glance down the street. There aren’t many people around but a few of her neighbours are in their front yards. An idea flashes through my head and I walk to the neighbour closest to me; an elderly lady who’s doing gardening.

“Excuse me miss,” I say as I approach her. She turns to look at me before standing up.

“Yes dear?” she asks in a kind voice.

“Um... I was wondering... ah... have you seen this girl? She lives just across the road there and, um, I think I have a picture of her...” I pat my pockets until I feel my phone and grab it. Quickly flicking through my photos, I find a picture of her.

“Ah, this is her.” The lady glances at my phone before shaking her head.

“No dear, sorry, I haven’t seen her,” she tells me.

“Oh... that’s okay. Thanks anyway,” I say before turning and walking away. I can feel the lady’s eyes on my back but I just keep walking. Am I ever going to find her?