Mind the gap

Head above the water

It is possible to live after death. Your memories they live on. So you never actually die. With the death of a family member you usually want to let go of the life you had before and move on.
- Darci Rondel

As I held my knees to my chest I began to cry. I realized that without Jonathan that the pain he absorbs being around me is just plain terrifying. I was going to run. As far away as I could get become something that no one that knows me would think I could become. A ballerina. Jonathan knows I hate them with there grace and poise, the spotlight on them, and the fact that they could remember full dances. No one would suspect it. I packed Jonathan's camping backpack filled with all my clothes , pictures to create a back story for my self , money , the tent Jonathan got to take me camping ( we found out that it allowed a slight amount of memories to come into my own head). I started running into the forest. When I got to the place that me and Jonathan usually camp at there was candles and food, a new tent and a bag with my name on it. Jonathan came out of the wood with a pile of kindling in his arms.

"What? Why? I was going to come get you in a second." He said with a twinkle in his eye.

I started to turn to run deeper into the woods. Just then I felt his large hands grab my left wrist.

" Are you running away? " He said now disappointed.

I shook my head "Not anymore. But I had to leave. I could not see you suffer any more. "

"You make it seem like I'm a dog about to be put down." He said about to cry which was a rare sight.

I cupped his face in my hands ." I just don't want you to have to deal with my pain anymore. Your so emotionally strained ."

" I do it for you. You are the reason I can endure the pain." He said letting a tear roll down his cheek and onto my hand. I pressed my head to his chest but then he cupped his own hands
around my face and brought my lips to his. My fingers dropped from around his face and intwined with the locks of his hair. I felt his hands on the small of my back and at the neap of my neck. He was holding onto me this my newly discovered memories, he sat down and I followed. I was sitting in his lap with my memories. This is monumental !