The Day He Died

The Day He Died

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His parting words to me were beautifully bittersweet but that was before everything happened. Before they became so devastating that they tore my heart and soul apart, not ever to be mended again. He told me "You know I'll always love you, right, Vanessa? Forever. And if forever ever ends, then I'll love you from the beginning all over again." But how? How would he love me all over again if he was gone. Never to touch my skin again, to tell me those words again, to tell me he will never leave me broken. That he won't shatter into dust just like he did that night when he left me to fight alone in this world. Every single day I wait for the day that he'll love me from the beginning all over again. My favorite memory of him seems to always loom in my head underneath the cloud of darkness. It was as if destiny was calling and I got up and ran to him meeting him halfway. "Vanessa." He murmured, the words coming out his mouth surprised him as much as they surprised me. "Austin..." the word barely a whisper. He was someone so dear to me. But we couldn't remember. We were broken. Shattered. Lost. Not remembering. But this... This was the beginning or maybe it was the end-- but all I knew was that it was something beautiful.
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Hughie Biggs. The love of my bloody life. The fella I swore I'd grow old with, get a ring on my finger from, have the big church wedding, the lot. I used to lie awake at night and picture his hand in mine, picture his laugh bouncing off the walls of our kitchen. Back then, I didn't have the faintest clue about the way the world could chew you up and spit you out. I remember us when we were younger, before everything went sour. When Caoimhe was still alive, when her laugh could still fill a room. When I still had friends-real ones, the kind you'd sit on the green with till it got dark, passing a bag of crisps around, talking rubbish and thinking it meant the world. Back then, we were untouchable, or so we thought. But nothing lasts, does it? Not love, not family, not even friendship. Everything rots eventually, like fruit left out too long. Secrets crawl their way to the surface no matter how deep you bury them, and when they do, they choke you. That's what happened to me. That's what happened to Hughie. The truth came crawling, and it ruined everything. So I've made up my mind. I can't stay here, not in this cursed town, not walking the same streets where his hand used to brush mine, where Caoimhe used to skip beside me, where I laughed like I actually believed in tomorrow. It's all poisoned now. Every corner, every memory, every face that looks at me like they know more than they should. I'm leaving. For good this time. I'll pack a bag, take nothing but what I can carry, and I'll vanish before anyone can stop me. No goodbyes, no explanations. Just gone. Because the truth is, there's nothing left here for me anymore-only ghosts, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.

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