Forgive But Never Forget.
You know that feeling you get when you feel that nothing can bring you
down; you are flying high; you feel immortal and want to live forever?
Well, this was exactly how Emily had been feeling on this particular
day. It was the Christmas holidays; there had been no traffic on the
way home from college and finally it looked like her family were
starting to get back to how they had been before the accident.
This particular day was a cold winter afternoon. The kind of day when
you can see your breath and your fingers feel numb in an instance. She
had her car heaters on top yet she was still cold. She looked at her
house. It was a small-detatched house on the outskirts of Harrogate in
North Yorkshire. It was the perfect place. A town with shops in one
direction and in the other was green hills and endless beautiful
She knew no one would be home but she still tried the bell. Why hadn't
she remembered her keys? Now she had the afternoon to kill before
anyone would be home. All her old friends would still be in class at
the local college so she decided to finish off her Christmas shopping.
As she drove down the main road towards the town centre she couldn't
help but think of him. How he use to flick the cats eyes up off the
road and how he and his friends would stand on opposite sides of the
roads and then when a car came pull a pretend rope. It use to scare
drivers half to death. It would be the second Christmas without him
now. She found tears rolling down her cheeks. They were cold and she
wiped them away in disgust. She had not cried for him since the
funeral. She had cried on the inside though, cried a million times a
night. She cried on the inside till she could cry no more and she
ached from it all. That's why she had decided to go away to college.
She had needed to get away from all the pain. It would have satisfied
him to see her upset; she wanted to win this fight however much she
sometimes felt like giving in.
She found herself driving down Church Street. She pulled up at the end
of the street and sat there looking in at the churchyard. She did not
feel immortal anymore. She felt alone and venerable. Her body somehow
managed to get to the centre of the churchyard without her realising.
She knew what her heart was looking for but neither her body nor her
mind could remember where it was.
She had been looking at the ground at the funeral so that the other
guests would not see her crying. She had not seen where the grave was;
all she remembered was the black marble. She turned her body round; it
was if she could feel the other people there judge her. They should
judge her, she thought, she had not been to the grave since the
funeral. She turned and started walking back to her car, and that was
when she caught sight of him. He was...