Do You Still...
"Do you still dream?" Sam asked, brushing a long strand of lightly curled blond hair out of her face. Her tone was upbeat, but not the same as it used to be.
"Of course I still dream," Freddie happily answered.
"Do you still check your e-mails for her?" the blond young woman asked, her tone growing serious, but not grave.
"Yeah," the brunette boy answered, looking down at the floor as he nodded his head. "Yeah, I still check."
"Do you still head towards the studio in the morning?" Sam asked, gently setting her hand on Freddie's.
"Until I remember that no one's there," the young man replied.
"Do you still cry at night?" the blond woman asked, leaning closer to her friend; her eyes showing her age and worry.
"...Yeah, I still cry," Freddie confessed, unable to make eye contact with his best, and possibly only friend.
"Do you still wait for her at Groovy Smoothie?" the woman continued.
"Only for a couple of minutes," the young man answered.
"Do you still call their room...even though you know they're never coming back?" Sam asked, her grasp on Freddie's hand turning into a clench.
"But I never say anything," the brunette young man. "Yeah, I still call."
"Do you still miss her?" Sam asked, all of her strength gone.
"Yeah," Freddie answered, finally looking into his friend's eyes. "Yeah, I still miss her. And I always will."
Death isn't something you can just get over;
The only way to deal with the pain is to accept it.
"Do you still have her friendship bracelet?" Freddie asked, taking some security in the fact that his friend was with him; the worst was over.
"I wear it every day," Sam answered, showing the double bracelet on her arm. "It's attatched to the one she gave me."
"Do you still save a seat for her on the bus?" the brunette young man continued, his voice sensitive and calm.
"Yeah," Sam answered, holding her fist inside her hand; a nervous barrier she developed after what happened.
"Do you still apologize to her at night?" Freddie asked.
"Every night," the blond woman whispered, her throat swelling with agony.
"Do you still remember her face?" the brunette boy asked, taking his friend's hand.
"Perfectly," Sam answered. "But the way it was before...not how it was when she died."
"Do you still feel like you could've done more?" the young man asked, his vision growing blurry.
"Yes," Sam confessed in a deep sigh. "Constantly."
"Do you still know...that we were happiest when the three of us were together?" Freddie asked, feeling truly weak once again.
"I never forgot," the blond woman answered. "And neither did you." The two held one another close, taking strength in what they had left; taking comfort in their love.
We'll never forget you, Carly.
We'll never forget how anorexia took you from us.
We still remember the wonderful girl you were;
We still remember the love;
We still hear your tears;
We still love you
And we always will.