(Tobias' pov)
It has been approximately six years since she died. Six like the number of her fears. Six like the date of the choosing ceremony every year. Six like the date of the first day I met her. It's been six years and I still see her face every time I close my eyes. I still remember the taste of her kisses, her beautiful nose, her sparkly eyes full of life. I fear the day when the memory of her face, her small body, her curves will fade away and I will have nothing to hold onto.
There are days that I don't think of her that much, but today it is not one of those days. I don't know why but the moments we had, swirl around my brain and I just seem unable to pin them down. Maybe because it is Saturday –quite a sunny one- the kind of Sundays she loved… or just because I have nothing to do today (except from meeting up with Zake, but this is happening on the afternoon not at 9 o'clock in the morning), nothing to keep my brain busy. I don't know. What I do know is that I have to do something.
I stand up from the chair I was sitting on, leaving my -still warm- coffee on the table and I am heading to my bedroom. I put some clothes on, check if I have my keys and then I leave my apartment more eagerly than I ever expected.
I am walking for at least an hour and I don't know where I am going, or where I want to go-if there is somewhere I want to be right now-
I just walk. Trying to get away. Not from the people or the place but from my own memories. Good memories. Sweet ones. Knowing that that girl is gone –that my girl is gone-is slowly eating me from the inside.
The sure thing is that I won't get lost, even though I am not sure that that is good.
After a few more hours of walking, when my feet can't carry my weight anymore I decide to sit on bench in the middle of a square I recognize. Christinas' home is not far away from here. Definitely not more than a ten minutes walk, so I head there.
It has been more than ten months since I last saw her even though we used to be close. We still exchange letters though. She is now engaged to a guy I have never met –Cole-
She lives in a block of flats and I don't remember at witch floor so I take the stairs checking every bell. When I reach the third floor I see her name written I the bell of the apartment on my right and I ring it. I wait for some time that seems long, even though I doubt it is,until the door opens.
soo guys this is my first try and i am not a native english speaker but i want to get as good as i can so please send me what you think about my writing, my stories and any mistakes (grammatical mostly) i have made ;)