Memories are forever... (sequel to Anna's Diary) - *THE END! (9.april)*
milie529:
It sure does add some realism! It's so good! I can't wait for the next chapter!
Theraven:
it's coming soon :D just have some picture editing to do... all that is left now, is all the pictures for chapter eight and out... luckily it's easter in a few weeks...
Theraven:
well, here is chapter four - hope you'll like it :D
Ch.4: wishing doesn’t make it come true
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
”I miss you, mom,” Angela said, as she put a rose on the grave.
She didn’t like the winter anymore. It made the soil too hard to plant flowers. A rose had to do. For now. She looked forward to the spring. Then, they could plant a small rose tree and a few other flowers.
“Miss you, too,” Alice said, before she hugged the grave stone.
Liam hugged the stone, too. “Bye mom,” he said, and waved towards it as Ian picked him up.
Brian didn’t say anything. He’d been awfully quiet lately, and didn’t say anything unless he had to. He seemed lost in his own thoughts. She understood why. She felt it like that, too – though she didn’t have nightmares like he did.
That psychologist they’d talked to – some kind of family therapy – had said that people took sorrow in their own way. Some cried. Some tried to not show any feelings at all – but inside, they were all crying. Angela was crying both on the inside and the outside. Sometimes it felt like she didn’t have tears left in her eyes. That only made her cry even more.
“Can we go home now?” Liam asked.
“Yes. Now we’re going home.” Their father looked like he was on the brink of starting to cry.
“Can I sit here a few more minutes?” Angela asked.
Theraven:
“Only a few minutes. Until I’ve put Liam and Alice in their seats.” He threw one last look on the gravestone, before turning around. She saw that his eyes were red, and that tears had finally found their way down his cheeks.
Angela nodded, and turned back to the grave as the others went to the car.
“My highest wish has been for you to come back to us, mom. I know it’s not possible, but if it was… if it was, everything would’ve been easier.
Dad’s so sad all the time. And Brian isn’t talking so much like he used to, and he’s having nightmares. I’m actually missing his teasing. It feels like… like our family is missing a crucial part. Like you was the only one holding it together. The only one that made us all happy.
I just wish you could be here for Christmas. It’s not going to be fun without you. It’s only a week or so for Christmas, you know.”
She sighed. “Well, wishing doesn’t make it come true, like you used to say. Good bye, mom.”
She stroked the gravestone, and after one last look at the picture of her mother, she headed for the car. Her eyes as red as her father’s.
------------------------------------------------------------------
auntiejokisses:
this i say :(
this has really hit at home..
Navigation
[0] Message Index
[#] Next page
[*] Previous page