So I missed yesterday! I need to set myself a reminder. Well, at least I caught it before being a week behind. There's that, right :)
Today's scenario is:
Day 2
Write a story that includes: a tombstone, a first kiss, and a butterfly collection…
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I pushed the door opened into the past and stepped out onto the patches of dirt, grass and sparsely placed rocks. My head wasn't spinning this time, the trips were becoming easier someone. I glanced over my shoulder.
Yeah. I reassured myself. The red door to return back to my time was there.
I placed my focus back on the environment in front of me and I could feel a sense of deja vu in this place.
A cemetery.
Rows upon rows of the past filled the ground, with years dating back way farther than my own life. Some of the headstones cravings were began to get washed away, possibly due to rain.
There's a lot of graves without flowers. Did their love ones forget? Have they moved on? I could feel that same sensation in the back of my head.
No.
My loved ones wouldn't do that to me....
Right?
I shook away those thoughts and I began to take a few steps forward and stopped. I looked up at the clear blue sky with a hint of clouds here and there. Two dragonflies took flight past my field of view.
I could feel it. A sense of nostalgia...but still, no memories. I glanced down at my hands, and despite the fact that I knew that in this place, the weather would be warm, I could feel nothing.
Then I heard it. I heard her voice chime in. I wanted to run away, but after taking as many trips as I did, it became obvious that there's no point. She couldn't see me anyways. I looked in the direction of the sound, and sure enough there we were. Walking hand and hand.
I was wearing a gray shorts and a pair of dark blue jeans and she was wearing light blue jean shirt with a black shirt underneath and a pair of black pants pulled together with a baseball cap with the words "Love is always". In her other hand she was holding a worn brown wooden box.
I know that box. I saw it in another time. It was a collection of butterflies from her father.
They walk past me, and I watch.
They? I can't chuckle about that. I was a part of that "they" a few months ago. Now I'm here, watching myself, as if it's someone else. I could feel a tightening in my chest, but I continue to watch them make their way to a tombstone.
They stop and she bends down and places the box in front of the tombstone. He folds his arms. I fold my arms, mimicking my past.
And she looks up him and smiles "Thanks for finding it for me."
I could tell there was more she wanted to say. I wonder if I noticed it then? Was I oblivious? Could it have been the reason why things ended up the way they did? I could imagine it. Me, the one who thought I was doing enough, came to learn he did very little by the one's he loved. Yet, it felt I was giving them the world.
No. I'm sure I didn't notice. I didn't notice. I couldn't notice.
How incompetent.
She stands and intertwines her fingers with his as she stares into his eyes.
"Thank you Allan" she whispers.
And they kiss. It's short and brief, but in that short moment I saw a hint of a frown spread ever so quickly on her lips, but then it's suddenly replaced by a smile.
And then it happens. That sensation again. I missed it. He missed it. I look at him and he's looking directly at me.
He missed it because he was looking at me. He missed her frown. He was oblivious to her pain. He was always missing something right?
I got what I needed. My heart didn't agree with this, but I knew I got what I was looking for. I turned and started back towards the door.
If I'm going to get through this, I can't let these things get to me. I can't get caught up in the past. I'll never truly remember if I don't keep moving forward.
The next door awaits.
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