Memories & Loss
A small excerpt on memories of the past.
I walked slowly and steadily towards the mountain ridge. The harsh wind whipped my hair back as I pushed myself forward. The sun had set, leaving the sky a beautiful blend of orange and red. A deep sigh pulled out of me as I stood on the ridge and looked at the view. Here there was peace. “Amy!” my brother called urgently. “She’s dead….” he said with sadness and anger. Emotions I had blocked for too long came to the surface in a second. Pure agony blinded me as I whirled to face her. I had always been the strong one. The one who wouldn’t break but in those three seconds, I broke… I could never understand how something so agonizing could happen in a place so full of beauty and peace. Loss breaks and haunts us until we too turn into ghosts. I guess it didn’t know I was a mere ghost long before that day. The wind whirled around me as I recalled events long passed. Almost trying to shield me from the memories that this place holds. With a half chuckle half cry, I slowly started to leave the ridge and with it, my past.
