"The past is a tricky thing. Sometimes it's etched in stone. And other times, it's rendered in soft memories. But if you meddle too long in deep, dark things... Who knows what monsters you'll awaken?"
"Welcome to New York Blaire." She breaths out and places both her hands on her hips. There was serenity in the way she spoke and how she looked, it was a clean start for us. We needed to move out and leave our old memories behind us.
we were both glancing at our new home in the upper east side. A complete different and new surrounding to escape of what was our old past. Now we are both in a complete different living room which had no resemblance to our previous house. We only wanted to escape our pain and start a fresh. it's something he would've wanted.
"Do you think Dad would've loved this place?" I watched her intently to see how she would react to my question.
Her lips pressed together and she bent down so she was eye to eye level, running her fingers through my much shorter hair, grief struck by the sudden question.
"I think he would've loved the place sweetie." a small kiss was placed at the top of my head before she gets up and grabs a small white frame from our brand new coffee table. I followed her like a lost puppy unaware of what she was going to do next and this small white frame was now placed on the left side of the wall with the stairs.
My body froze. Just like that he was a memory. He became someone we knew.
"I miss him very much and no man will be able to replace him Blaire. Don't you ever forget that." I accepted the comfort of her arms and leaned my back against her stomach whilst we both stood there and admired the picture of is in our happiest moments. our family.
"it's just you and me, Blaire. Us against the world." barely a small whisper left her mouth before she shut it close. she hated me seeing her cry.
"Forever and always mum?" I looked up at her and gave a small reassuring smile.
"Forever and always, baby."
Present
Sweat clung onto my skin and my new bed sheets, my heart beating much faster as the recall of an old memory haunts me. My clock clearly showing the indication that I was in fact in a nightmare of my pain I tried so hard to bury within me. 7am, maybe a small run will do.
A tear drop hit my thigh, was I subconsciously crying? It was probably the sweat which I was covered in. I got up and hit the showers, to get rid of this stench. Oh god my first night here and I'm already suffering from all of this.
After putting on an old shirt and running leggings I was ready to go. What use to be short thick black hair was now much longer and covered in blonde highlights in hopes of changing my appearance of the girl who had her hair in a bob with a full fringe. I tried it up in a high ponytail and I put a cap on to hide my face a little.
As I walked down the long stairs my eyes wandered of my new home. The same comfort and old memories I tried to replicate of our old past.
It was time to haunt them with these memories and they remember her just like I do everyday.
I finally gained the courage to walk past the living room and to the double glazed doors just behind it, gently opening it as though if I touched it even lightly it would break. my breathing was slightly hitched, was my brain functioning correctly? probably not. My hands were now trembling but regardless I took a step outside to the porch. It was still the same. I didn't even realise how long I was holding my breath till I let out a loud sigh. Maybe it was relief or the fact that I made it here without breaking down.
The same white egg swing was still dangling, being pushed ever so slowly by the breeze that hit New York. As I looked closer I could faintly see two small shadows cuddling one another on the swing and giggling, taunting me as I watch.
"And if you ever feel you're at your lowest baby, remember this will always be our safe haven"
Her voice. Gosh do I miss her voice. Everytime im faced with past my eyes just seem to close shut to stop the tears from coming out. My body decided to move for its self and my hands were touching the wooden railing till I found the spot. our spot.
'F&A' engraved in the worse way possible, didn't even looks as neat or clean like the wooden box. Nevertheless it was still so beautiful.
Before I knew it, my eyes closed shut tightly again to stop the tears from escaping or even a single bit of memory coming back to leave me in stitches. I shut the doors and locked up the house and started sprinting across New York.
I will make them pay for what they did. I will not stop till I see them suffer.
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