Two months later
Sabrina's POV
"Hurry up Sparky, daylight's burning!" I announced as we all walked together down the beach, Peter was hand in hand with the girl I introduced him too, the waitress from the diner, her name was Elisabeth Foster, they had hit it off almost instantaneously, for that I was happy. Jordan was up ahead of us picking up sand dollars and pocketing them. Woody ran over to her, she ran from him, leaping into the frigid north Atlantic, until she was waist deep. He followed, catching her, and pulling her towards him, locking lips with her. We all smiled when she obliged, of course, as they broke apart she shoved him, knocking him backwards into the sea.
"Alright!" Nigel announced, beckoning us to gather around him. "Sabrina we all chipped in and bought you something very special for your eighteenth birthday, now we hope you'll like it, because its got to be better than that god awful chartreuse scarf Woodrow got you, and its bloody cold so lets get to it so we can all get back on the ferry and get bloody drunk." After an extremely embarrassing 'happy birthday' song at the top of their lungs. The gang led me up a embankment where at the top, looking out over the choppy waters of the Atlantic, an angel, for all to see, a little taller than me, made of cement. I walked over to it, wrapping myself tighter in my wool jacket that fell past my knees. I let out a gasp, she was so angelic, her face was upturned as she knelt on her knees, her eyes looked so real, I touched a light fingertip to her nose.
"She's beautiful you guys! Really, I love her." I said struggling to keep my tears inside. Bug smiled and wrapped an arm around Lily, Garret had a silly grin on his face too, Jordan and Woody, they were watching me intently. I looked up at the sky, I had lost fifty pounds, my hair was falling out, soon I wouldn't be able to stand, but I wasn't afraid. It was calm, calm like the blue in the sky after a storm.
"Well," Devan asked, pushing a hair from her eyes, and warmly smiling. "Aren't you going to read the inscription?" I hadn't noticed the inscription, I fingered each letter delicately, intending on savoring every letter. "For Brina, she's in our hearts. Forever." I looked down at the white sand; I wiggled my toes and smiled. "Nigel, will you take a picture for me?" he took my disposable camera, as I sat down on the angel, letting my bangs fall in my eyes as I leaned my head on her's, I felt a gust of wind blow past as the flash went off, tousling my hair gently, bringing with it the pungent smell of salt water and fish. I would be leaving for Wisconsin in a week, I didn't like to think about leaving my new found family, something inside of me told me that I wouldn't be entirely gone, they hadn't seen the last of Sabrina Hoyt.
As we waited for the ferry, my gaze fell to Woody and Jordan, she was sitting on top of the wooden railing, Woody holding her, assuring her that she wouldn't fall, stroking her thigh gently. Bug was whispering into Lily's ear, they had been getting tight for the past few months, I knew they would spend their lives together, just like Sparky and Jordan; I saw it in their eyes.
I wandered away from the group, my high heel boots making a noise on the peer, a noise I could feel in my very bones. I had learned a lot in my short few months in Boston, I found that the challenge isn't discovering new continents or finding a cure for cancer, searching for the riches of the earth would get you no where, it was the human spirit, it would triumph over all, that's the challenge, the road less traveled, the voyage.
The sun was dripping down past the horizon onto someplace new, in a few months I would be gone, but confident in the fact that the sun will always rise on a new day, as bright and beautiful as the day it was created. My name is Sabrina Hoyt, I like rain, salt on my cantaloupe, my favorite color is green, and Toby Grayson broke my heart in eighth grade, I was born in Kewaunee Wisconsin, and would soon die there, but I would take it all in stride because, it's a part of me, that's who I am.
One year Later
Nigel's POV
When I walked threw the threshold of the Pouge Mahone, I immediately saw the sign "Sabrina's 19th! First drink free!" I kissed the picture; the picture taken at the beach that day in front of the angel, Sabrina's smiling face peeking out from her red tipped hair, her eyes caught in some momentary excitement. In the end, she had never given up, and never lost that devilish gleam to her icy indigo eyes. She died three months later, in Kewaunee, Woody and Jordan were there and relayed the bad news to us one early Saturday morning.
Woody never left her side; the morning she died she woke up, looked around and smiled.
"Are you giving up? Its okay, you gave a fight kido," she smiled, a wide, Sabrina Hoyt smile and whispered.
"It was a hell of a fight though Sparky." She swallowed hard and her frosty blue eyes closed forever, he said she looked so peaceful, as her face relaxed, and her breath left her body, she looked like she did when she was healthy, strong and vivid.
Bug was leaning against the bar, hand in hand with a very pregnant Lily, Devan had her ear pressed to Lily's large stomach smiling and chatting happily. Jordan and Woody were talking to Peter and Elisabeth, who was now a part of the family. Garret was sitting with Renee' Walcott, and Abby who was scoping out a young man near the Jukebox, when Garret caught her ogling the lad, he chewed her out. Eddie Winslow came into the open door, bringing a loud bunch from the precinct. I laughed as I heard Cal Woodrow's Brother hitting on Devan, and the unceremonious sound of water in the face. Woodrow's Mother, and Husband showed up too, they sat in the back of the crowded bar listening to the sounds of a typical Irish pub. I straightened when I heard the familiar clinking of a fork against a glass as Woodrow stood on the bar for a toast.
"Thanks for coming everyone, whether you knew Sabrina or not, she touched all of are lives in inadvertently, she was strong, courageous and loved life, she died young, yet she was wise beyond her years. So I'd like you all to raise your glasses for a toast, To Sabrina, may her spirit go on forever, and may she never be forgotten." We all drank to that. Then as the room was silent we heard Jordan walking to the small stage picking up Sabrina's guitar, we all turned are attention to her as she started to sing.
"This is for my man's sister Sabrina, somehow she knew how to make death funny, but, ah, today it's not that funny." She said benevolently, "because she's not here, This song is called 'Take it easy' one of Sabrina's favorites, sung by the eagles written by Jackson Browne, I hope you enjoy it as much as she did." As she began to play, when she strummed the guitar, the ring on her left hand sparkled, in a few months Woodrow and her would be married, they'd go on, have children maybe, all we knew was we hadn't seen the last of Jordan and Woodrow, they were going places.
Seconds turn into minutes into hours, Hours to days, days to years, years to decades, and decades to centuries. And I hope when your walking along a beach under strawberry skies, maybe with the one you love, and you wander up an embankment, you come across an angel, probably all worn and faded from the weather that has been on it relentlessly, you think of a girl who changed the lives of so many in her short time here, and you never forget her.
She's in the blue of the sky and the silver of the moon, often I find myself seeing her, when I'm walking down the street after a rain, I see her playfully leaping in a puddle, or when I'm Christmas shopping, I see her strumming her guitar on a curb, her hair gently rising and falling in the wind. She taught me that death doesn't have to consume are life, it will come, when its time, and I know I'll be ready, will you?
Sabrina's POV
"Hurry up Sparky, daylight's burning!" I announced as we all walked together down the beach, Peter was hand in hand with the girl I introduced him too, the waitress from the diner, her name was Elisabeth Foster, they had hit it off almost instantaneously, for that I was happy. Jordan was up ahead of us picking up sand dollars and pocketing them. Woody ran over to her, she ran from him, leaping into the frigid north Atlantic, until she was waist deep. He followed, catching her, and pulling her towards him, locking lips with her. We all smiled when she obliged, of course, as they broke apart she shoved him, knocking him backwards into the sea.
"Alright!" Nigel announced, beckoning us to gather around him. "Sabrina we all chipped in and bought you something very special for your eighteenth birthday, now we hope you'll like it, because its got to be better than that god awful chartreuse scarf Woodrow got you, and its bloody cold so lets get to it so we can all get back on the ferry and get bloody drunk." After an extremely embarrassing 'happy birthday' song at the top of their lungs. The gang led me up a embankment where at the top, looking out over the choppy waters of the Atlantic, an angel, for all to see, a little taller than me, made of cement. I walked over to it, wrapping myself tighter in my wool jacket that fell past my knees. I let out a gasp, she was so angelic, her face was upturned as she knelt on her knees, her eyes looked so real, I touched a light fingertip to her nose.
"She's beautiful you guys! Really, I love her." I said struggling to keep my tears inside. Bug smiled and wrapped an arm around Lily, Garret had a silly grin on his face too, Jordan and Woody, they were watching me intently. I looked up at the sky, I had lost fifty pounds, my hair was falling out, soon I wouldn't be able to stand, but I wasn't afraid. It was calm, calm like the blue in the sky after a storm.
"Well," Devan asked, pushing a hair from her eyes, and warmly smiling. "Aren't you going to read the inscription?" I hadn't noticed the inscription, I fingered each letter delicately, intending on savoring every letter. "For Brina, she's in our hearts. Forever." I looked down at the white sand; I wiggled my toes and smiled. "Nigel, will you take a picture for me?" he took my disposable camera, as I sat down on the angel, letting my bangs fall in my eyes as I leaned my head on her's, I felt a gust of wind blow past as the flash went off, tousling my hair gently, bringing with it the pungent smell of salt water and fish. I would be leaving for Wisconsin in a week, I didn't like to think about leaving my new found family, something inside of me told me that I wouldn't be entirely gone, they hadn't seen the last of Sabrina Hoyt.
As we waited for the ferry, my gaze fell to Woody and Jordan, she was sitting on top of the wooden railing, Woody holding her, assuring her that she wouldn't fall, stroking her thigh gently. Bug was whispering into Lily's ear, they had been getting tight for the past few months, I knew they would spend their lives together, just like Sparky and Jordan; I saw it in their eyes.
I wandered away from the group, my high heel boots making a noise on the peer, a noise I could feel in my very bones. I had learned a lot in my short few months in Boston, I found that the challenge isn't discovering new continents or finding a cure for cancer, searching for the riches of the earth would get you no where, it was the human spirit, it would triumph over all, that's the challenge, the road less traveled, the voyage.
The sun was dripping down past the horizon onto someplace new, in a few months I would be gone, but confident in the fact that the sun will always rise on a new day, as bright and beautiful as the day it was created. My name is Sabrina Hoyt, I like rain, salt on my cantaloupe, my favorite color is green, and Toby Grayson broke my heart in eighth grade, I was born in Kewaunee Wisconsin, and would soon die there, but I would take it all in stride because, it's a part of me, that's who I am.
One year Later
Nigel's POV
When I walked threw the threshold of the Pouge Mahone, I immediately saw the sign "Sabrina's 19th! First drink free!" I kissed the picture; the picture taken at the beach that day in front of the angel, Sabrina's smiling face peeking out from her red tipped hair, her eyes caught in some momentary excitement. In the end, she had never given up, and never lost that devilish gleam to her icy indigo eyes. She died three months later, in Kewaunee, Woody and Jordan were there and relayed the bad news to us one early Saturday morning.
Woody never left her side; the morning she died she woke up, looked around and smiled.
"Are you giving up? Its okay, you gave a fight kido," she smiled, a wide, Sabrina Hoyt smile and whispered.
"It was a hell of a fight though Sparky." She swallowed hard and her frosty blue eyes closed forever, he said she looked so peaceful, as her face relaxed, and her breath left her body, she looked like she did when she was healthy, strong and vivid.
Bug was leaning against the bar, hand in hand with a very pregnant Lily, Devan had her ear pressed to Lily's large stomach smiling and chatting happily. Jordan and Woody were talking to Peter and Elisabeth, who was now a part of the family. Garret was sitting with Renee' Walcott, and Abby who was scoping out a young man near the Jukebox, when Garret caught her ogling the lad, he chewed her out. Eddie Winslow came into the open door, bringing a loud bunch from the precinct. I laughed as I heard Cal Woodrow's Brother hitting on Devan, and the unceremonious sound of water in the face. Woodrow's Mother, and Husband showed up too, they sat in the back of the crowded bar listening to the sounds of a typical Irish pub. I straightened when I heard the familiar clinking of a fork against a glass as Woodrow stood on the bar for a toast.
"Thanks for coming everyone, whether you knew Sabrina or not, she touched all of are lives in inadvertently, she was strong, courageous and loved life, she died young, yet she was wise beyond her years. So I'd like you all to raise your glasses for a toast, To Sabrina, may her spirit go on forever, and may she never be forgotten." We all drank to that. Then as the room was silent we heard Jordan walking to the small stage picking up Sabrina's guitar, we all turned are attention to her as she started to sing.
"This is for my man's sister Sabrina, somehow she knew how to make death funny, but, ah, today it's not that funny." She said benevolently, "because she's not here, This song is called 'Take it easy' one of Sabrina's favorites, sung by the eagles written by Jackson Browne, I hope you enjoy it as much as she did." As she began to play, when she strummed the guitar, the ring on her left hand sparkled, in a few months Woodrow and her would be married, they'd go on, have children maybe, all we knew was we hadn't seen the last of Jordan and Woodrow, they were going places.
Seconds turn into minutes into hours, Hours to days, days to years, years to decades, and decades to centuries. And I hope when your walking along a beach under strawberry skies, maybe with the one you love, and you wander up an embankment, you come across an angel, probably all worn and faded from the weather that has been on it relentlessly, you think of a girl who changed the lives of so many in her short time here, and you never forget her.
She's in the blue of the sky and the silver of the moon, often I find myself seeing her, when I'm walking down the street after a rain, I see her playfully leaping in a puddle, or when I'm Christmas shopping, I see her strumming her guitar on a curb, her hair gently rising and falling in the wind. She taught me that death doesn't have to consume are life, it will come, when its time, and I know I'll be ready, will you?
