• The same heart.





    “Good-morning little bride, up you get.”
    “Morning Mama,” Said a young woman as she wiped the sleep from he eyes.
    “Oh! And happy birthday.”
    Yes today was Pure Lamont’s twenty-first birthday not only that but today was also her wedding, she was going to marry her sweetheart. She and Arcane had met when he had kicked his football at Pure’ head, not on purpose of course but still leading to Pure crying. To stop her tears Arcane gave her the entire contents of his pockets which consisted of a blue toy car, a melted chocolate-bar, a joke sweet and a trading card.
    Pure simply looked at the items, sniffing as her tears subsided. Looking back up at Arcane she realised he was saying sorry in his own unique way, Pure gently pushed his hands back and gave him a warm smile, he looked back at her and returned the smile.
    That was eleven years ago and since that day Arcane and Pure never missed a day where they would not speak to each other, no matter what time it was or what part of the world each of them where in they would always make the time to call, Arcane would call Pure once a day and she would call him a few hours later and the days when they where together where the best Pure could ever dream of.
    As the years went by and Pure’ childhood slipped away and she became a young woman she started to make plans.
    “Arcane… on my twenty-first birthday I’m going to marry you.” She said pressing her head against his chest, close enough that she could hear his heart beating.
    “Sounds good.” replied Arcane as he looked through the leaves on the oak tree that sat upon Buckland Hill, this is where the pair would laze their day’s away holding each other until the sun would set.

    “Oh my…!”
    “Well Mum don’t just stand there, how do I look?” Pure said with a giggle, twirling making her white silk dress float into a circle around her legs.
    “Beatrix the Hell Hound is here and she’s belly-aching ‘bout the weather an s**t go see to er will ya…”
    A man had just burst into the room oblivious to the fact that woman where getting dressed inside, a hip flask in his had he had stopped dead his eyes welling up at the sight of the bride-to-be.
    “Pull yourself together Ed and tell your Daughter how beautiful she looks, and stop calling my mother a Hell Hound!” Pure’ mother had raised her voice a little and snatched the hip flask from his hand as she left the room, turning in the doorway to take another look at her daughter before closing the door.

    “Dad… you OK?”
    “My little girl… a woman…y-you are a perfect picture.”
    “Thanks Dad, now help me put this veil on will ya!”
    As Pure’ father adjusted her veil Pure could hear faint sniffs coming from the old man, she smiled she knew he was holding back tears of joy, no not joy, tears of pride and at that moment she could feel her own tears bubbling up inside.
    “Dad I want you to know… I would rather walk down the isle alone than walk down the isle with a man other than you.”
    “I-it’s my honour to walk you down that isle!” His sniffs now turning into loud blubs as he forced himself not to cry.

    At that moment Pure’ mother had walked into the room, she had become as white as a ghost and her eyes had a glazed look to them.
    “Mum! What’s the matter!? Are you Ill?” Pure took her mother to an arm chair at the end of the bed and sat her down.
    “Love, take a sip of whiskey an tell us yer trouble.” Ed said as he took out a second hip flask and handed it to his wife.
    “No, no. No whiskey, Pure this morning when you said you felt so hot, do you remember? We had to open every door and window to cool you down.”
    “Yes I remember it was about ten o’clock.”
    Pure’ mother took in a deep breath.

    “A-at… at ten this morning, there was an accident. Arcane’ car was… was trapped between two cars, the engine caught on fire… he’s dead…”

    Pure felt her heart skip a beat, earlier in the morning she had suddenly become very hot and started to cry in pain all she could say was she was burning. Somehow when Arcane was dying Pure could feel the pain but neither she nor anyone else could diagnose the problem with her. After the pain had stopped she felt so un-easy and had an overwhelming erg to call Arcane but her mother convinced her it would be terrible luck for the bride to call the groom before the wedding. Now it all made sense her and Arcane’ bond was so strong that she could tell when something was wrong, but now it was too late.

    “G-gone, he… he’s gone?”
    “Yes dear I’m so sorry.”
    “…Dead…” Pure whispered as she fell to her knees.
    At the moment she fell her heart stopped beating, she was unaware her mother and father where desperately clinging to her lifeless body.

    “Open your eyes.”
    “What… that voice.” Pure awoke to find herself lying in the grass at the bottom of Buckland Hill, lifting herself up she looked towards the tree, standing by it there stood a figure looking out over the town. Pure’ eyes widened.
    “It’s you!.”