AN:
something I thought of.
Disclaimer: not my characters.
Summary:
see title.
Feedback: would be nice, and if I have enough fb's I'll
write what happened. So if you have any ideas what could have
happened please let me know.
Chapter 1
A photoalbum lays on a table in a livingroom in a house somewhere in Las Vegas. It's open.
Dust had settled itself on the pages as time went by.
Not just the photoalbum is dusted.
The whole room, the whole house is dusted.
The only things left in the room are the album and the table.
Nothing else.
Everything was moved away back then.
Everything except these things.
And except the memories in their minds those things are the only ones.
The way the album lays there.
Long lost and forgotten.
Like the memories it is keeping.
Same memories as the house is keeping.
Memories of a time long lost and forgotten.
Memories of a time which had been perfect.
Nothing was wrong and everything right.
The way it was supposed to be.
Most of the former furniture is thrown away.
It was never replaced.
It could have been.
But it was not.
The table, the book and the house were to dear.
But yet to hurting.
So these things simply stayed there.
The album isn't just opened at any page.
On the left page is just one picture.
On the right there's only one too.
The left one was taken long ago.
A woman and a man kissing in it.
They don't seem to be older than twenty-five.
The right one is of the same couple about twenty years after that.
They are dressed as they would be getting married.
But look twenty years older than on the last one.
Dust has settled on both of the pictures.
But the smiles on their faces are still visible.
They are so joyful.
And you would be lying if you say you don't ask yourself what happend.
Two people as happy as them.
They look like they have promised their forever to each other.
Nothing is left just the memories remind of promises made in pictures forgotton.
Once she was his.
And once he was hers.
But now only memories can tell.
Memories of best friends.
Memories of lovers.
Memories of them.
Why are those memories here?
Why should they be long lost and forgotten?
There is still hope.
The memories are still in the minds of some people.
END?whatcha think?
