Chapter 1
Its so hard to believe that you can lose the one thing in life you hold so dear. But once you lose it, can you gain it back? Or would it be forever lost? Is there such thing as a end to something to grand? It almost impossible to believe. But when that one special thing is taken from you, your life shatters as a broken puzzle. You never know what life has in store though, there is never a end.
School, same boring day as always. Her pencil twirled between her fingers as she looked down at her watch. Any second now. The bell rang, quickly scooping up her books she darted out of the class room, not able to take another moment of the professor's babbling.
It was her first year in college, it always seems like hell when you first start off. The thing that made it easier was having her best friend since ninth grade along the ride with her. Outside by "there tree" he sat, patiently waiting for her. She smiled just from seeing him, and she darted over towards him.
"Hey Damien," her voice was full of cheer as always, when he responded his voice seemed low key.
"Amber, we have to talk."
She gave him a look of confusion, she knew it had to be serious. Whenever he said that it was, either they were having a argument or something happened to him.
"Well, what?"
Damien's eyes focused to the soft green ground on which he stood. His back was propped against the tree, letting the cooling breeze play threw his locks of spiraled black hair. The look in his eyes were far out there, something heavy was on his mind, "I don't think you will understand."
"Try me," a look of concern crossed her face.
Damien took her hand in his, starring deep into her honey brown eyes, "Amber… I'm leaving."
"What? Leaving? Like out of town, out of state, what is leaving?" her voice became high pitched, it always did when she was in a situation like this.
"Its better if you don't know, you cant know, you'll worry."
"I'm worried now! Just tell me!"
"I cant, just… please, understand. You just have to trust me on this one."
Amber let her hands slip from his, her life seemed to slip away with it. All the memories she held dear were with him, good and bad. Threw there horny years in high school, till there still immature path of now. He meant everything to her, she couldn't lose him, "Dame… when are you coming back?"
He couldn't even look in her eyes as the lump grew larger in his throat, "I don't know if I am…"
"So, I'm never going to see you again.."
"Never say never," he held her close by, which was rare for him. He lifted her chin up, letting there lips meet once more. Tears fell down her face as she felt her heart pounding against her chest. While it lasted she felt complete, her life had meaning. Never wanting there lips to part, ever so slowly they did. Leaving her alone in the world.
4 Years later…
She walked up the hill, in the darkness of the night. Her feet crunched on the leaf filled ground. A shiver went up her spine, her hands began to shake. As tears pilled up in her eyes she reached her destination. One hand laid firmly on the rough surface. She fell up against the tree, memories flooding her thoughts. The tears poured down making the night seem colder. Her legs were hugged up against her chest, as she looked up into the starry sky. Four years, how slowly they seemed to pass by. But yet in those four years, life has changed so much.
Getting up she didn't even look back at the tree, she couldn't cry any longer. He wasn't coming back. Its time she accepted that much. She reached her car at the bottom of the hill, quickly settling in, and driving off into the night, trying to leave behind the past that still makes her hold on.
She pulled into the lonely driveway paved with stone. As she got out of the car the wind fierce fully blew in her raven hair. Her arms crossed to keep her warm she ran to the front door, quickly knocking then crossing her arms again. Jumping up and down she waited for the door to open. After a long minute the door swung open, a young man a few years older then herself stood in the doorway. His lean muscular figure covered up his wife behind him, until she pushed him over with a laugh.
"Amber, hey gurl," her friend pulled her by the arms leading her inside. Her house was a very comfortable size for her and Evan. Then entered dimly lit living room, and they both plopped down on the couch, "What brings you here, you never come to just say hi."
Amber tried to put on a hurt look, "Why Bri how could you say that, cant I come by just to see how you're doing?"
"You could, but naw you don't."
Amber busted out laughing, and slowly stopped, "Well, I dunno, I just kinda needed someone to talk to I guess…" her voice faded out as she remember why she came.
"Uh huh, I knew it," Briana gave her a sarcastic smirk, "well this better be good, this house isn't dimly lit for no reason."
They both laughed at the comment until Amber decided to speak, "I just miss Dame.."
Briana rolled her eyes, "when are you gonna get over that boy?! Its been four years gurl, four! You have been in love with this perv for way to long now, you don't know what its like to love anyone else. You have Phil gurl! And he's hot!"
Evan popped around the corner, "Who's hot?" he said nosing in on there conversation.
"You."
"That's what I though, "he said with a smirk.
Briana turned back to Amber, "you know I'm right."
"Yea but… I just want him to come back."
"I know… just try not to think of him, remember, he wasn't that great. Him with his poofy ass hair, big Italian nose, gay voice, touch feely ness, what do you miss bout that?!"
Amber chuckled, "all of it."
"I dunno bout you, but cheer up! I think Phil needs to give you some sweat lovin."
Amber threw her a evil glare, "I would never-"
"And why not?"
"He's not-"
"No, I know your not gonna say 'because he's not Damien'."
"Well…"
"You are hopeless."
"No dip."
They got caught up on old time, reminiscing times of the past. But that's all it was now. The past. It could never again be the present. Somehow that could never sink into her head. Something still led her to hold on. What good is holding on, when there is nothing left to hold on to but memories?
Its so hard to believe that you can lose the one thing in life you hold so dear. But once you lose it, can you gain it back? Or would it be forever lost? Is there such thing as a end to something to grand? It almost impossible to believe. But when that one special thing is taken from you, your life shatters as a broken puzzle. You never know what life has in store though, there is never a end.
School, same boring day as always. Her pencil twirled between her fingers as she looked down at her watch. Any second now. The bell rang, quickly scooping up her books she darted out of the class room, not able to take another moment of the professor's babbling.
It was her first year in college, it always seems like hell when you first start off. The thing that made it easier was having her best friend since ninth grade along the ride with her. Outside by "there tree" he sat, patiently waiting for her. She smiled just from seeing him, and she darted over towards him.
"Hey Damien," her voice was full of cheer as always, when he responded his voice seemed low key.
"Amber, we have to talk."
She gave him a look of confusion, she knew it had to be serious. Whenever he said that it was, either they were having a argument or something happened to him.
"Well, what?"
Damien's eyes focused to the soft green ground on which he stood. His back was propped against the tree, letting the cooling breeze play threw his locks of spiraled black hair. The look in his eyes were far out there, something heavy was on his mind, "I don't think you will understand."
"Try me," a look of concern crossed her face.
Damien took her hand in his, starring deep into her honey brown eyes, "Amber… I'm leaving."
"What? Leaving? Like out of town, out of state, what is leaving?" her voice became high pitched, it always did when she was in a situation like this.
"Its better if you don't know, you cant know, you'll worry."
"I'm worried now! Just tell me!"
"I cant, just… please, understand. You just have to trust me on this one."
Amber let her hands slip from his, her life seemed to slip away with it. All the memories she held dear were with him, good and bad. Threw there horny years in high school, till there still immature path of now. He meant everything to her, she couldn't lose him, "Dame… when are you coming back?"
He couldn't even look in her eyes as the lump grew larger in his throat, "I don't know if I am…"
"So, I'm never going to see you again.."
"Never say never," he held her close by, which was rare for him. He lifted her chin up, letting there lips meet once more. Tears fell down her face as she felt her heart pounding against her chest. While it lasted she felt complete, her life had meaning. Never wanting there lips to part, ever so slowly they did. Leaving her alone in the world.
4 Years later…
She walked up the hill, in the darkness of the night. Her feet crunched on the leaf filled ground. A shiver went up her spine, her hands began to shake. As tears pilled up in her eyes she reached her destination. One hand laid firmly on the rough surface. She fell up against the tree, memories flooding her thoughts. The tears poured down making the night seem colder. Her legs were hugged up against her chest, as she looked up into the starry sky. Four years, how slowly they seemed to pass by. But yet in those four years, life has changed so much.
Getting up she didn't even look back at the tree, she couldn't cry any longer. He wasn't coming back. Its time she accepted that much. She reached her car at the bottom of the hill, quickly settling in, and driving off into the night, trying to leave behind the past that still makes her hold on.
She pulled into the lonely driveway paved with stone. As she got out of the car the wind fierce fully blew in her raven hair. Her arms crossed to keep her warm she ran to the front door, quickly knocking then crossing her arms again. Jumping up and down she waited for the door to open. After a long minute the door swung open, a young man a few years older then herself stood in the doorway. His lean muscular figure covered up his wife behind him, until she pushed him over with a laugh.
"Amber, hey gurl," her friend pulled her by the arms leading her inside. Her house was a very comfortable size for her and Evan. Then entered dimly lit living room, and they both plopped down on the couch, "What brings you here, you never come to just say hi."
Amber tried to put on a hurt look, "Why Bri how could you say that, cant I come by just to see how you're doing?"
"You could, but naw you don't."
Amber busted out laughing, and slowly stopped, "Well, I dunno, I just kinda needed someone to talk to I guess…" her voice faded out as she remember why she came.
"Uh huh, I knew it," Briana gave her a sarcastic smirk, "well this better be good, this house isn't dimly lit for no reason."
They both laughed at the comment until Amber decided to speak, "I just miss Dame.."
Briana rolled her eyes, "when are you gonna get over that boy?! Its been four years gurl, four! You have been in love with this perv for way to long now, you don't know what its like to love anyone else. You have Phil gurl! And he's hot!"
Evan popped around the corner, "Who's hot?" he said nosing in on there conversation.
"You."
"That's what I though, "he said with a smirk.
Briana turned back to Amber, "you know I'm right."
"Yea but… I just want him to come back."
"I know… just try not to think of him, remember, he wasn't that great. Him with his poofy ass hair, big Italian nose, gay voice, touch feely ness, what do you miss bout that?!"
Amber chuckled, "all of it."
"I dunno bout you, but cheer up! I think Phil needs to give you some sweat lovin."
Amber threw her a evil glare, "I would never-"
"And why not?"
"He's not-"
"No, I know your not gonna say 'because he's not Damien'."
"Well…"
"You are hopeless."
"No dip."
They got caught up on old time, reminiscing times of the past. But that's all it was now. The past. It could never again be the present. Somehow that could never sink into her head. Something still led her to hold on. What good is holding on, when there is nothing left to hold on to but memories?