Someone once told me absence made the heart grow fonder.—What happens when your heart is what's absent?
Moving trucks appeared across the street. I could hear them before I could see them. I didn't want to look. I peeled back my blanket, running my hands over my face. Today is a new day, make today different, my head was on repeat, my mother's words had become a part of my morning routine. I shuffled out of bed, keeping my eyes to the floor. It may have been a year, but I still couldn't look. If I looked, I'd think. I'd think of her sweet face, big brown eyes, long thick hair that I just loved running my fingers though. No, I wouldn't think. If I thought, I'd feel. I'd feel the pain of letting her go. I'd miss her. Eyes down, I made it to my dresser, where I stood, dragging my eyes up, staring straight into my own reflection.
"Today is a new day." I repeated. "Today will be different."
I dug down into my drawer, pulling out a crumpled note. A note I had read nightly ever since the day she left me. I could recite it to you if you asked, word after heart wrenching word. Alice had waited to give it to me after she was long gone, not wanting me to have the chance to see her one last time. I spun around, catching a glimpse of that house in my peripheral. Slowly walking over to the window, I took it in. Letting myself break for the tiniest moment. I tore myself away as the new girl came into my line of sight. I didn't want to meet her; I didn't want to admit she existed. That house, like my heart, will remain vacant. Whoever was moving in would just taint my most cherished memories. She would prove that what I wanted most would never be brought back. My heart, it'll never be brought back.
Poor baby Edward, what's gotten him so upset?!
This is a re-do of the first, and only, story I have ever written. I'm nervous and just beginning so bare with me people!
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