I laughed as I thought of what Savannah would have told me had she been here. “You’re capable of anything Jer. You’re much stronger than you give yourself credit for. Keep pushing; it’ll all be okay in the end.” Then I’d turn and smile at her, nudging her in her side as she looked up towards the sky. Whenever she thought of dad, she shifted her attention towards the sky, as if she were looking for him in the clouds. It was the same thing I found myself doing now. Except I wasn’t looking for dad, I was searching for her. But there was nothing. The night sky, usually lit up by the moon and the surrounding stars, was empty.
Nicole Sobonbody went tense, forcing goose bumps to rise over my bare arms. My tough demeanor had been ripped apart and was replaced by a frightened little girl in need of her father’s protection. But he wasn’t here, and all I had was Jeremy. It wasn’t his responsibility to protect me. He shouldn’t have to worry about me.
And I shouldn’t be falling apart like this.
I walked slowly, my eyes focused on the gravel beneath me. I didn’t know where I was going, not that I cared. I just needed to get away. Soon enough, I’d find my way home. I had to believe that.
There was a loud crackling noise in the sky as the thunder rolled through the clouds. I threw my head back, admiring the storm above. The sky was dark with flashes of white sparking throughout with each bolt of lightening following behind the thunder. It was beautiful. “After the storm, you will find peace.” I smiled as the sound boomed through the quiet neighborhood. And in that moment I felt at one with the storm as the pain inside of me slowly began to seep out.
There is no way of stopping death, not here. You can prolong it. But at some point, it is bound to catch up to you.
Nicole SobonYou know,” I fold my arms over my chest. “You’re quite annoying, but I guess your company is better than no company.” Keegan presses his arm against the wall beside my head and smiles. His curly black hair stands out against his pale skin. The slightest bit of sunlight finds its way inside the patio, reflecting upon his icy green eyes. His light pink lips turn up in a smile. With his mouth closed, he is actually quite attractive.
Nicole SobonI really need to remember to block my thoughts."
"Oh, come on," he pulled me closer towards him. "Why are you so scared?"
"Because the second that I let this conversation happen, I'll be letting my walls down. No matter what answer you give me, you'll have some sort of power over me, and I don't want that." I pushed past him, plopping down on the bed, not bothering to remove my boots.
I could feel the mattress sink beside me. Ian ran his fingers through my hair. "Come here," he spoke softly. "Please." I pushed myself into a sitting position, and moved closer to him, leaning my head on Ian's shoulder. "I like this, a lot. It feels nice." Ian lifted my chin so that I was forced to look directly at him, and then he leaned in to kiss me.
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Wait. Was that a thank you, or a lecture?” I stared back at Ramona, eyebrows raised.
“A bit of both, I suppose.” She laughed. “Just do not do anything that stupid again. Got it?”
“Would you believe me if I swore to you that I wouldn't anything stupid, ever again?”
“Not for a second.
I knew it was a terrible idea. We were supposed to be leaving our past behind us, not fully embracing it. But she was a part of my past that I wanted to hold onto. She was my only reminder of Tommy, my only remaining connection. I couldn’t let that die, not yet.
Nicole SobonHow could you explain to someone that sometimes it was not worth living in the past when the past was all that they had worth living for?
Nicole SobonDoes it truly make a difference how I’m alive?” I asked him.
But he didn’t answer.
I walked over to where Hayden stood, resting my hand on his. I looked at the photo he held before making my way along the wall. Every photo was of our family. The family that existed before the accident. The family that existed before I was struck by a car. I wasn’t supposed to remember it, but I did. When they exported my memories and my life from my body, every trace of the accident was supposed to be erased. But it still remained.
You can’t erase death.
That was what Hayden was trying to tell me. No matter how much he wanted to forget, he couldn’t.
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