A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with something a little bittersweet, kind of, you'll see,
Here ya go:
The wind fluttered into the room like a gentle wave bringing an onslaught of memories, old and new, revered and forgotten.
He bent to pick the small box that had fallen from it's place. A small old thing, stuffed in a shelf, that couldn't possibly have been knocked by the wind. But there it lay on the ground, it's contents scattered across the floor with each holding a memory.
He picked up the closest photo and remembered the night he met her, half drunk in a bar, young and searching for someone. She became that someone.
He remembered the feel of her skin, the scent of her hair, the curve of her lips as she smiled. He remembered her arms around him, and her playful smirk.
Memories have a habit of knocking you off guard and consuming your mind. And there he was with her in the park and with smiles and ice cream.
He smiled at the good.
He bent over to pick a broken piece of a Statue of Liberty snow globe and the smile faded. He remembered the night when she threw the object at the tile, breaking it into pieces, he had been frozen, and her eyes had been livid.
He remembered sleepless nights full of fights and yells. He remembered the hurt, the tears, the look in her eyes as she tore him apart.
Memories have a habit of not caring about good or bad and replaying everything. And there he was blurry eyed and red faced standing before her as the rage continued.
He shook out of the bad.
Sometimes memories are good, sometimes they're bad, and sometimes they're both.
He picked up a red thin scarf and remembered the day she left. A quiet gathering of clothes and belongings. Suitcases and a few boxes and she left through the door, never to return.
She had left behind only one thing.
He remembered the scratch of the wheels against the floor, the car running in the driveway. He remembered the unreadable look on her face as she turned around one last time. Their eyes had met and he remembered not feeling anything in particular.
He packed up the memories and put them away.
Good or bad or both, that was enough.
He walked to the window to shut off the breeze now blowing quite heavily into the room. He took a moment to observe the few people walking down the sidewalk. It was a windy spring afternoon and people where attempting to enjoy the nice weather. He was about to turn away from the window when a flash of a thin red material caught his eye.
A/N: So what did you guys think? Did you like it? The ending is a bit ambiguous and I'll let you guys come to your own conclusions for this one :) So it can end however you prefer. I wanted to explore the concept of memories and how sometimes they can be a mix of everything good and bad.
Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts! And as always thanks for reading!
See ya! :)