Hi everyone, sorry I haven't updated in a while- I was a bit busy. Anyways, hope you enjoy chapter four of The Words You Left Behind (it's probably one of my favourite chapters)!
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One of the days that I am on the banks of the blue river, I listen to the recording of myself playing his song on my flute, and singing his song as well. I'm not a great singer, but I can hear his voice in my recording. I lie on the soft grass by myself, the same grass we both lay in together not so long ago, when we were happy. The same grass he lay on when I found him, when I wet the ground with my tears. I have so many good and bad memories here, it's a turmoil of emotions. I don't realise I'm crying until I go to adjust my headphones and my hands brush my face.
It starts to rain, and I remember that when we were little, Eleanor and I would always dance in the rain, so I push myself up and begin to dance on the grass, and then the rain gets harder and I tip my head back, letting the rain soak me through, all while listening to Finch's song, with my singing interpreting his words. I begin to spin, and his words envelop me in his presence, and I begin to hear his voice singing instead of my own. The words overlap, and all I hear is Finch, Finch, Finch. 'You make me happy... you make me handsome... you make me love you... it's so lovely... the one I love.' I fall on the grass, breathless and laugh the first real laugh I've laughed after he died. I laugh and I laugh and laugh.
If a song's meant to stay around, you carry it with you in your bones. - Jennifer Niven
Thanks for reading!
Please review, I need more ideas for what scenes to write about, and any feedback would be amazing!
