The grass blew; swaying soft green strands bloomed with wild flowers. Their perfume filled the air and a crystal blue sky stretched for miles over-head. The sun poured light, warming everything in its touch. This was my favourite place. My sanctuary away from the world that could turn into a nightmare at any minute. It was a place of soul and heart, where the earth beneath your feet hummed with life and everything around you moved in moments. It was the meadow, and ever since I was little it had been mine.
I had stayed late to watch the stars with Jayce. He knew everything about them and pointed out the shapes they formed in the now dark sky. Our laughter filled the air and I found myself smiling.
"Prue? Can I ask you something?" His voice asked, speaking my name so softly.
"Of course. You never have to ask, you know that."
"What happened? With your mum and dad?" He said it carefully, true curiosity behind his voice.
"I don't know, they never mention it. The only thing I have learnt is what they have told us in school; about the games. About the ending and the beginning. But everywhere I go I hear whispers from people and I know it's about them."
"Did you ever ask?"
"I'm afraid that if I do, they might tell me the truth; or worse lie about it. I know Mum has nightmares a lot, you can hear her crying through the wall sometimes. But Dad is always there. Always by her side. Always comforting her."
"Don't you ever wonder why?"
"Why what?"
"Why they didn't tell you."
"I guess, but everything is so different now. The games haven't been around for a long time. And I think they want to protect me, from what they had to go through."
Jayce grabbed my hand and squeezed tightly, his strong fingers encasing mine. I looked into his big brown eyes, seeing more of the person I grew up with. I had never noticed before but Jayce was rather handsome. He had muscles that framed his gorgeous picture of a body and a smile that would light up the whole world. His hair was cropped and styled in a messy sea of dark brown waves that fell against his smooth olive skin. And as he spoke again his voice was light, but deep and loving.
"Do you want to find out?"
"Maybe I do. Dad always said that games never really end."