Dear Kain, I am leaving to Italy tomorrow morning, I hope to
see you again soon. I promise I won't ever forget you,
ever-Please don't forget me either. I love you and I always
Forever yours, Julianna.
I stared at the letter, broken hearted and still unbelieving. I
could still remember her smile, her laugh… If only she didn't
go-If only she stayed here, she'd be safe. I tried to suppress my
tears-To keep them inside and it does work, except once I'm
alone, I can't stop my eyes from overflowing. There is a pain in
my chest. It feels like my heart has grown heavy-Almost as if it
soaks up every last one of my tears, only to add on to the
lingering heartbreak I've had for five years now. The only things
I have to remember her by are the letter, our photo, and my
guitar. She used to love when I played for her…
I trudged over to the far corner of the room and picked up the
guitar which rested against the pale, blue wall. I sat down,
placed the instrument in my lap, and began to play. My fingers
strummed the strings, creating a melody I had written for
Julianna when we first started dating. It was a romantic,
heart-filled tune-It reminded me of her. Ha ha ha ha. "Kain,
you're so good! Did you really make it just for me? "
"Sure did, I'm naming it after you, Julianna."
When I play, I feel nostalgic. I hate this feeling-It's like part
of my soul has disappeared along with Julianna. "Damn, why is it
so cold in here?" I pulled myself from the carpet and gently lay
my guitar back in its resting place. Once in the hallway, I
checked the thermostat. 85 degrees Fahrenheit."This thing must be
broken," I thought aloud whilst pulling my coat closed, "There's
no way its eighty five degrees in here-I-it's way too cold! Maybe
I'm sick or something." I decided to go to sleep-After all, it
was pretty late anyway. In my dreams I'm with her, just like old
times. We laugh and kiss and hug. But, my physical body always
weeps during these sweet dreams. I suppose that no matter how
happy I am, deep inside I know that it's all just a fantasy.
Tears fill my eyes and spill over, creating clear, shiny streaks
on my face. No matter how happy I am whilst in the dream, my
physical body endures heartbreak.Oh, Julianna, how I wish this
could be true, but alas, you and I have departed. During that
night, I felt colder still, but it was sort of comforting. It
felt as if someone was gently rubbing my back and holding me
close-Trying to put an end to my tears. There was also a familiar
sent-A sent of peppermint and roses-The kind of sent that
Julianna would wear. Oh, how cruel! Now, even my senses are
aiding in my heart-broken memories.
I contemplated lying in bed all day,
but an urgent knock quickly struck that idea as impossible. The
knock was a bit obnoxious-Much too obnoxious for a common
passer-by. It could only be one person, so I mentally prepared
myself for my soon-to-be migraine."Hey Kain, why so glum? Oh, hey
look who I brought-My younger sister, well, only by two years-So,
how ya doin'? "
Do you see what I mean?
Behind the rather excitable, blonde-haired man stood a slender
brunette with large blue eyes and a height of about five feet and
three inches. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She spoke
politely."Pleasure's all mine, please come in." I responded,
quickly regretting my offer, but was I supposed to do? Leave a
lady outside? No, I'm too much of a gentleman for that. After
offering them a drink-Of which the man, Byron, took a glass of
beer and the lady, whose name I found to be Augusta, chose tea.
For a moment everything was quiet and relaxing, as if we were
three elderly friends reminiscing on "the old days" Of course,
the moment of silence was a brief one, after all, it was only a
matter of time before Byron swallowed his drink. During his
barrage of meaningless questions and statements I noticed the
woman acting fairly strange. She scooted closer and closer to me
until our hips touched and she was blinking her eyes incessantly.
I asked whether she was alright or not, but she only smiled-Her
cheeks changing to a deep, red-colour. "Oh, ho! What have we
here? It seems that my dearest Augusta has taken a liking to
Kain!" Bellowed the group's loud-mouth. I watched as she grew
pale and all of her colour rushed to her face. The room grew
"Damn Kain, how cold do you have it?" So, I wasn't sick-It must
be the thermostat. "I don't know," I answered, "I think the
thermostat is broken or something." Byron's mouth twisted into a
sly smile. "Or it could be a P-O-U-L-T-E-R-Y-G-I-S-T!!!" Byron
spelled out the word in the spookiest tone he could. "Byron, you
spelled poltergeist wrong." After that statement, Augusta and I
shared a good, long laugh at Byron's expense.