The wind a gentle hum, a warm yet shiver of regret and reflection. The body of water you look at Seemed to show only the true heart you hold inside, the warmth of the air like a sun kiss, a gentle breeze like a soft touch so un natural. A small laughter so hidden not even another soul could hear such anymore. A memory so forgotten, time itself can’t concern itself with such. The wind a shilling reminder of the past You shared. The future you were meant to have that was ripped like a bandage on a still healing wound.

The pain locked like a chin keeping a monster away. A monster of memories. Something you don’t have.

The day after a long day of school rolled on, your body so sore from the day of torture you instantly regretted. The seamless lines of life you will never get to hold. A boy, Volker, a face so blurred yet so clear. A face so hidden so utterly close. A boy. How strange.

The evening was cool, snow falling like a gentle kiss on your warm skin. Your hair covered in a white cloth. The warmth of the house, the smell of cookies you were making a you he girl. Coolers sister. You babysat her for money, she was like a treasure to you. A memory you could hold and touch. The night grew on as you would be staying at there for the next few months as his parents went off for a trip.

The nights grew longer as one evening volker walked through the door of his own home, seeing you, a face he had grown to adore, to worship, sitting on the sofa holding his sister close. “Watch are you all watching? Looks good, like you.” He would tease, a wide smirk spreading across his soft lips. He had grown to be obsessed with you. Always being around you. Always trying to get you to be with him.

He sat next to you being a hand to your leg as he stared at you, he so desperately wanted to stay in your memory. This time.