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I miss you
Snow flakes plummet to the ground, Kori sighing. It wasn't unnatural right now, so she continued her walk through her childhood neighborhood. "Things sure have changed," she whispered to herself, luckily the hood and scarf mumbling her words. The roads and houses were covered in snow. Kori had been lucky to borrow her brother's four-wheel-drive truck throughout her stay in Hillsboro. She thought for a minute the real reason she was here: her mother was slowly dying from the lung cancer she brought onto herself. Personally, Kori hated her mother, but she was doing this please her. It was Christina's last wish to have her children all together.
Miss you so bad
Kori had been walking the same streets she had at the age of four. Pirates Cove, Golden Dubloon, and Long John Silver. She was saving one house for last, as the owners were not the same as they'd been years ago, when she lived here. Kori, twenty-two and near her death bed, was waiting for the right chance to go to the trailer and inspect everything around it. The trees, the rocks, the kennels. The graves she'd helped dig for the cat cemetery. Oh, she'd forgotten about that until she walked into her cousin's yard once more. They had a million crosses and fake flowers surrounding the burial grounds.
I don't forget you. Oh it's so sad.
Hilterbrand. That name kept popping into her head; that stupid last name. She'd never really learned to spell it until the day she rode her bike past the house's mailbox. There it read in bold letters. The image stayed in her head, even though the mailbox only had the house number on it. Kori's glasses fogged up, making her unable to see them clearly. "Oh well," she continued walking slow, "I can take my time." Branden's faded face clouded her head suddenly.
I hope you can hear me. I remember it clearly...
Branden was Kori's best friend. Heck, he still was. Even now, as a married woman, she still loved him. He was still her grade school crush, even if he dated her sister. She couldn't get him off her mind, especially since he left. A year after the fire at Christina's house. She never saw him after that exception. She prayed she would.
The day you slipped away was the day I found it won't be the same. Oh...
Kori was an Atheist. The few times she prayed though, were about Branden. She often times would hope that he'd come back or maybe see her on the street and they'd reunite. Of course, she'd moved to Florida back in 2013, making it unusually hard for them to even see one another again. She wanted to. But, she'd ignored it. Purposely.
I didn't get around to kiss you goodbye on the hand. I wish that I could see you again; I know that I can't.
Kori did kiss him. On the cheek. That last time, she did, because she swore she'd never see him again. She didn't think about phone numbers or addresses. They had no time in the world. They were too busy being memorized by one another's eyes. They wanted to kiss, but both were taken. A fifth and seventh grader didn't go well together anyways, even though Branden should have been in sixth grade. Now she was paying for that mistake, going through memories on a narrow street covered with snow piles and screaming children.
I hope you can hear me. Cause I remember it clearly. The day you slipped away, was the day I found it won't be the same. Oh...
Kori found it rather hard to walk in the cold now. She was very fond of the weather in Ohio; but Ryan however hated it. That was why she lived in Florida in the first place. That and the memories haunting them both. They had to go back to Ryan's childhood and bury the beast inside him for good. But Branden was Kori's beast. She needed to let go now. The problem was, could she do it?
I've had my wake up, won't you wake up? I keep asking why. And I can't take it, it wasn't fake. It happened, you passed by
Now Kori was crying, blinking the bitter tears. To think about the pet cemetery, the bike rides, the fights, the games, the tricks. Everything brought up a memory of loving that boy. The brown-haired, blue-eyed boy that never left her dreams and heart. He never would, even if she dared it to. That's what made everything harder.
Now you're gone, now you're gone. There you go, there you go. Somewhere, I can't bring you back. Now you're gone, now you're gone. There you go, there you go. Somewhere, you're not coming back
She finally had to admit it. Branden didn't live in the house. In fact, she started to retreat. What if the family in the house reported her? That wouldn't be a good idea nowadays. Kori had a heart problem that would bar her from her old skills. Her trickster skills. A master artist, now a master problem. Kori decided to just walk back. Even if she was almost a hundred yards away, she was going to do this the easy way. Walk away from the situation at hand.
The day you slipped away was the day I found it won't be the same.
"He's gone. Forget him." She said quietly.
The day you slipped away was the day I found it won't be the same. Oh.~
Kori was now trying to forget what almost did. She'd have to make a good cover story. After all, she was supposed to be up at the hospital a half an hour ago. She'd insisted upon herself that she go see this neighborhood. Ryan asked why, and she said old memories pooled into her head. He got the picture and he knew what Kori meant. She hoped it would help the memories. So much she wished. And she knew she might get that relief someday. That yearning for relief made her pain dull slowly. Slow like the snow falling into her face.
~I miss you~
 Aykxal · Tue Oct 28, 2008 @ 12:19am · 0 Comments |
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