Welcome to this new adventure. I don't know what this is or where it will go. I was hit by a sudden bout of inspiration.
-Louise.
DISCLAIMER: S. Meyer owns it all, I am merely playing with the characters.
It's funny how memories work. It's always the little details that keep popping up. The sound of the hand hitting my cheek. The crack that would be so loud, that it would echo through the silent room. A sound so loud that it would keep haunting me long after the pain had disappeared. The shadows of feet walking past the door and how they automatically would speed up my heartbeat. Would they walk past the door? Or would they stop?
The details haunt me.
You see, the bigger picture makes no sense. It seems to awful to be true. But the details? They remind that it was real. And as I sit here in my new apartment, alone for the first time in years… I realise that these details will keep on haunting me. Forever.