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Authors Note From The Cliffhanger Girl: Hey guys! So, this story came from, well, nowhere in particular. A boring period of math class resulted in brainstorming of ideas for this story! I promise it'll be pretty awesome and intense! You've been warned ;) Hope you can handle it (; A special thanks to degrassibear who agreed to help me out with this story and we both want to make this awesome. She's an amazing author and comes up with some great ideas so with her skills and my cliffys this story should turn out great! :D So, please enjoy the prologue to If You Love Someone, Let Them Go…
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Eli's POV:
I shifted my weight on the ground as I traced the outline of her name on the tombstone in front of me.
After tracing her name my hand fell to my side. I sniffled and let the tears stream freely down my face. I used my sleeve to wipe the extra tears that unintentionally streamed down my cheeks and fell lazily onto my shirt.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered out loud knowing she wouldn't accept my apology but saying it more than once a day was still not enough for me.
She was only seventeen years old when she was killed.
She had been so close to getting her driver's license, so close to winning prom queen, so close to watching her family problems being resolved.
So close, yet so far away.
"Julia," I whimpered her name and my heart ached with every letter that fell from my lips. My head snapped up to hear the gate to the cemetery open.
I rolled my eyes as the innocent woman standing at the gateway whispered, "I'm sorry."
Sorry, the one word everyone says but that no one ever means.
In reality, no matter how many times I say it, it'll never mean anything because it's always too late for "sorry". "Sorry" can't fix this. "Sorry" can't fix anything.
As the distraught woman walked by me, I glared back at Julia's tombstone in front of me. I wrinkled my nose at the bad taste of the tears that were caught between my lips. I moved my lips, trying to regain the feeling I lost once again.
I haven't felt in years.
When she died, people always told me that it was an accident. They told me the jerk that did it should be put away forever. The person who did this to such a breath taking young girl should be put to death.
Whoever did this deserved to die. Just like Julia did.
I agree with everything Julia's parents said, everything my parents said, everything that Adam said and everything that I said.
Whoever killed her should be put in jail for life, be put to death and burn in the flames of hell.
Too bad, my parents already bailed me out of jail a long time ago...
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Clare's POV:
"I told you where I am going, I'm going to the same place I go every day," I mumbled into my phone to Alli as she sighed in complete and utter aggravation.
She laughed pathetically as I got out of my car to walk into the cemetery and she asked, "When are you going to let this guy go Clare? He's dead alright! You have to stop thinking that going to his grave site everyday is going to bring him back because it's not!"
I grinned and whispered, "It's worth a shot." She just didn't understand. She could never understand. No one could.
With that being said I wiped the tears from my eyes and slammed my phone shut.
When I opened the gate it made a loud screeching noise which caused a curious head to turn and I mouthed, "Sorry." He rolled his eyes at me and glared back at the tombstone in front of him.
Looking at him was like looking in a mirror.
I gulped while noticing that Mark's tombstone had been covered in snow from the recent storm. I made my way over to the tombstone and sat down at the feet of it. The ground was cold, but it didn't matter. I always had the need to be here because...I needed to be here. I owed Mark this much, being here for him.
"Oh Mark," I whimpered while ruffling the snow off of the stone so I could see his name engraved on the dark stone.
He was only eighteen when he died.
He died on his birthday.
On the day he turned eighteen he was not considered a minor anymore, he was able to get his license and drive without parental supervision. He would be able to spend more time with his girlfriend considering they would be working together the whole summer which would give them a chance to re bond and start where they left off.
Too bad, it never happened.
He was sweet, gentle, caring, respectful and even handsome.
Key word here: was.
I sniffled while wiping my tears from my face, knowing that I would be here for a long time. It was always hard for me to leave. I played with my fingers and whispered, "Everyone tells me that I should forget about you, that what happened to you was so long ago and I should be able to forget and move on. Everyone tells me it's so simple to move on, just stop coming to the cemetery and live life as if you never existed. But, I just can't forget. I just can't…."
The tears came quicker than I had planned and I whispered, "Alli told me that you're dead and nothing more is going to happen by talking to a stone. She doesn't understand. But that doesn't matter." I laughed pathetically because Alli had no idea what relief talking to Marks stone does for me sometimes.
"I miss you Mark," I said while picking up the dead rose that I had placed here a while ago. The rose felt heavy. Death was heavy. It weighed on my heart like a ton of bricks.
But still, I smiled, remembering the times when my friends would support me and come to Marks grave site with me. I wasn't always coming here alone. But now that everybody has jobs, lives of their own and more important things to do, I go by myself. They moved on. I didn't. I couldn't.
"I don't want to forget you Mark," I whispered to the stone in front of me. I jolted slightly when I heard someone say, "You don't have to forget him."
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