Remember When
Prologue
"Lay a whisper on my pillow; leave the winter on the ground. I wake up lonely, there's air of silence in the bedroom and all around. Touch me now, I close my eyes, and dream away. It must have been love, but it's over now. It must've been good, but I lost it somehow. It must've been love but it's over now, from the moment we touched, 'till the time had run out. Make-believing we're together, that I'm sheltered by your heart. But in and outside I've turned to water like a teardrop in you palm. And it's a hard winter's day, I dream away."
-Roxette
She turned off the radio; songs were either too depressing or too cheerful, and she was neither. Inhaling the aroma of her freshly brewed cup of coffee, she turned to the front page of the New York Times. Unfailing to read the date, she sighed; it was September 17. She turned her attention to the world outside her apartment's windows; it was a damp and foggy morning, the streets still empty. She shut her eyes tightly; a pang of sadness suddenly assaulting her heart.
"Four years."
Her voice was barely a whisper. Taking a sip from her coffee, she let the hot liquid fill her through, as if filling her soul.
Nevertheless, Serena Dawson had no reason to feel lonely. She lived the perfect life, or so many assume. She was the senior editor for the best selling magazine in America; Silver Millennium. And her boyfriend, Darien Shields, was one of the wealthiest entrepreneurs of New York. She was happy, truly happy. She had everything; love, beauty and success. What more could a 22 year old woman possibly ask for?
She glanced at the clock above her kitchen sink; a quarter to six. Indeed she was an early bird. Needless to say, she was up a little after four. How ever, it wasn't by choice. She was restless. This particular day brought her memories… too many to name, too heartbreaking to evoke. She couldn't bear the thought of going back in her mind, in her heart. She wouldn't. Just the idea of moping around for the rest of the day annoyed her greatly.
Deciding this was a good time to start getting ready; she stood up and went into her room. She would arrive to her office, look over reports, interviews… maybe even get ahead on next month's main article. Yes, today would be a good day, a fresh start. But most importantly, today, she wouldn't remember her past.
And so, satisfied with herself; Serena looked through her closet and tried to find the right outfit to face the day. Forgetting completely about the newspaper on her kitchen table, she missed a small article on the bottom corner of the front page, a column about the ghost that has been haunting her dreams… and shadowing her heart.