Holly sighed, gazing out the window. The sun was illuminating each
tree in the woods behind her house, shining off the dew of early
morning. On any other day it would've been beautiful. Gorgeous. She
would have ran outside, ready to brush Coco's ginger mane and ride
through the country fields simply to feel the warmth of summer and
the horses silky fur on her legs. She would've ridden down the
gravel roads to Isabelle's farm to find her walking Snow White,
waiting for her. But today, it was anything but. She could never go
riding with Isabelle ever again. Snow White was in Coco's extra
stable, probably crying and wondering where her master was.
Isabelle was with God as of early this morning. Holly closed her
almond jade eyes, remembering. She'd just finished packing her bag
for school. She was ready to go when the phone rang, unusual for a
school day. Her mom had picked it up, then rushed to her room.
Holly had sat outside, a bad feeling shifting in her stomach. Her
fears were justified when her mom had come out crying, saying
Isabelle had been in a car accident and didn't make it. Now she was
up in her room, watching the wind bend the trees. Her eyes were
puffy from crying, and her wild chocolate hair was hanging messily
around her shoulders. All she could think about was Isabelle's
perfect smile; her beautiful blue eyes and wavy blonde hair that
seems to shimmer. She had been here just yesterday, laughing so
hard her face had turned poppy red. She had given Holly a homemade
necklace: a gold and silver horse on an elegant but sturdy silver
chain. She couldn't be dead. The word didn't apply to her childhood
friend. Isabelle was always smiling, always somehow in the
spotlight, but modest. Larger than life. She twisted that necklace
now, more tears hitting the windowsill. How could God do this?
Didn't be realize the pain it caused? Suddenly she remembered a boy
at school a few days ago. He'd said, "If God were real, he wouldn't
put us through pain." She never thought much about it, but now she
wondered. What if it was true? What if Isabelle was just no
longer...existing? Permanently deleted? What if the same thing
happened to her? She sat for hours, playing over possibilities in
her head. Reborn? She saw that as cruel; who'd want to come back
and not remember a thing? To walk as a ghost, watch over your
family? It would be nice, but... She looked again at her necklace.
Whatever the answer, maybe God had given her Isabelle for a reason.
An angel brought into her life that he had to take back. It was a
riddle. A riddle that had no answer. But somehow she knew, if she
knew Isabelle: if there was an answer, she'd found it. And Holly
would find out someday.
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