So lately, I've been wondering
Who will be there to take my place
When I'm gone, you'll need love
To light the shadows on your face
If a great wave should fall
It would fall upon us all
And between the sand and stone
Could you make it on your own
If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go
- Wherever You Will Go - The Calling
Far Away
Even Heaven Is Hell Without You
~*~
She couldn't see him that morning. Peter's absence was too painful for Claire to endure, she couldn't say goodbye to him.
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The car door opened and he placed the luggage at the back. She watched Peter from the window of her room, hiding from sight. Everyone said their goodbyes to Peter. All the house members did, except for Claire, who took refuge in her room. Once he was about to step into the driver's seat, he studied the house for one last time. Clarie ducked from the window, praying with all of her might that he didn't see her. She slowly peaked over and saw that he was still standing there.
What are you waiting for? Just go already!
A sentimental expression was across Peter's face, looking at the house with careful eyes. Claire could hear her breath cease, her cheeks warm as she took in every detail of his being. Peter stepped into the car, started the engine, and the vehicle began to back out of the driveway. A single tear shed down her cheek as the car rode off into the distance.
"$3.25, please," smiled the cafe server.
She left the coffee house with a latte, sipping the sugary hot sweetness. The park had it's autumn scenery, leaves falling here and there. A cool gust of wind blew past her, golden locks blowing along with the breeze. Children flew their kites. Seniors and adults jogged along the run paths. Claire was soon at a bridge, and the river's calm flows were heard. Looking in the water, she saw a mother duck and her ducklings waddling with the tide, quaking happily along. As the water cleared for a reflection, a girl with a depressing frown looked back at Claire.
On days like these, I usually share them with Peter...