"Nothing really dies as long as it's not forgotten,"
The game has played out. The players have settled down to normal life again. Julian is gone forever. At least that's what you think. What if Julian hadn't died? What if tom had a little sister? What if she fell for Julian? Well all these what ifs are now fact, and so our story begins….
Sydney walked slowly through the small park, the autumn leaves rustling in the wind as she made her way to her favorite bench and sat down to sketch. There was nothing she loved more than the feel of the breeze in her dark brown, shoulder length hair that sparkled with a hint of gold in the afternoon sun. She sighed contentedly as she moved her oil pastel, her current favorite medium, across her sketch pad in a graceful flow of lines. She hadn't really been paying attention to what she was sketching and when she finished up she realized she had drawn a boy.
He was extraordinarily handsome. He looked about her age, around 16, with hair so blonde it looked white, cut closer on the sides and shaggier in the front and back, it was a good look for him. All his other features were nice, really nice, but the most shocking were his eyes. They were the bluest blue and somehow Sydney just knew that if she was looking at the real thing they would be a million times bluer than her pastels could ever make them.
She slowly traced her finger along his cheek, he was beautiful, but he looked so sad and lonely that it almost made her want to cry. She wondered who this boy could be. She looked around the park, but the mysterious boy was nowhere in sight. Suddenly Sydney shivered, it was later than she had realized and was already getting dark, and cold. She better head home or Tommy would start to worry.
Closing up her oil pastel container she grabbed her bag and turned back in the direction of her house, which was just a couple minutes walk from the park. Finally turning up her driveway Sydney hurried to the door and let herself in with her key. As she locked the door behind her she called out "Tommy, I'm home!" "It's about time" tom said as he walked in from the living room where he had no doubt been waiting up for her. She loved him to pieces, but sometimes he took the protective older brother role to the extreme.
"Sorry I got caught up in my sketching" Sydney said apologetically as she hung her coat up in the closet. "I promise it won't happen again" she said, batting her very long lashes over her big, chocolate brown doe eyes before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "You say that every time" tom sighed heavily. "So what were you so wrapped up in drawing this time" tom asked.