He knew that by holding her picture it was better to burn it, then cherish it. All those memories he could hold in his hand, but he wouldn't be allowed to make new ones. He could pretend and smile so falsely for a moment, but he felt that would insult her, or at least her memory.
They were making a bonfire, in her name tonight. Wishing her spirit on, Liam and told him. "She's got to get somewhere, Zakk, we should, could at least makes sure she has our love, our well wishings."
Part of him agreed with what Liam said, but then after all that he had read, everything that he had experienced with her, in general. Maybe if she stayed and haunted him, crept into his room and scared the hell out of him, he would feel a little easier about letting her go, accepting her death.
"I'm not going tonight." He told Liam the morning of the bonfire.
"Not going?" He asked numbly. "How can you not go? She was our, yours mostly, but our best friend. You have to go."
"You don't understand. If she doesn't move on to where ever she has to be..." but the words in his heart somehow didn't match the ones coming out of his mouth. How selfish of him. To lock up in a world she had departed, by choice in fact. She wanted to go. "Second thought. I'll go. She would've wanted it, that way anyway."
About Me
- Hell's Quookie
- Majority of the time I feel like I am a ghost wandering the hallways of people's minds, learning how to flow back and forth between this world and my own. But seriously, I read too much and allow myself to get sucked into the lives of characters because they are never in short supply. I am a dreamer, a melodrama queen, and above all else a sinner.
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