A Twisted Kind of Love

Melanie's First Look

I pull back.
The sensation leave the averse feeling of flawless hopes. I feel, knowing that everything is back, full. I feel whole and bright. Lightweight. It's as if I'm not lifting myself. I'm floating due to the astonishing sensation of touching. Touching each memory one by one. Day by day. From my mom, to the orphanage, to moving and meeting, then falling, getting back up, meeting Noah, Gwen, everyone that helped me, and now making me who I am now. I am free, strong, remembering, a skyscraper, I'm in one twisted kind of life. Twisted kind of loving and living.

I stare at Noah.

"I remember you," I say " I remember who I am, I remember my mother, father, friends, you, Gwen..."

"Gwen?"

"Gwen. Yes, your sister."

"No. Melanie, Gwen isn't here anymore."

"What?!"

"They had to pull her plug."

"Why?!" I say shockingly.
Why would they pull her plug? Did they almost pull my plug?

"She was brain dead. She was pulled last week."

"The day you committed suicide?"

"The day after."

Why? Why does this happen? I get comfortable for just a slight second and it burns. It gets ruined and I hate it! I was comfortable being a child then my dad left. Comfortable being with my mom then she killed herself. My orphanage, then my dad came in. In a way, it's bittersweet because, if things didn't change I wouldn't be here. I'm still angered. Oh, Gwen. Gwendollyn my friend.
I will miss you.

"Melanie? It's okay."

"I know. I just miss her."

"Me too."

He pulls me in and embraces me. I smell his shirt. It smells of tender wind and lake waves. Like spring evenings, salty but yet, irresistible. I said,
'remember this moment'
in the back of my mind. This is going to be the thing that I want to wake up to.

"I- I love you." I whisper gently. With my lips touching his neck smoothly.

"You do?" He replies, " I love you too. I was beginning to think you would never say how you felt."

"Hey now. Too far."

"Right." He says. He flashes a familiar smile that makes me feel safe.
I love him.