There was a single candle in the far corner of his room
The rest of the room was completely bare
I stood in the doorway for what seemed like forever, though it could only have been seconds
I could only stare and inhale the smell, his smell, of what I imangined snow smelling like- cool, crisp, but so sweet
I ran my fingertips over the cool bare surface of the beauitful smooth wooden walls as my bare feet silently guided me over the plush black carpet
I sat slowly in front of the black candle, with its strange blue and green flame
I felt warm tears trickle very slowly down my freezing face
I blew out the flame and sat there, deafened by the silence so much that when I closed my eyes, I couldn't even picture the once lively room filled with music that I had to remember, to believe, that used to be this lonely cold one...
They had finally removed all of his belongings from the house
Every memory of him that used to fill this house was now stripped from it, as though he was never here
No one talks of him anymore or of any memories from when he was here, only of the times before and the time after
Its as if that whole year of my sixteenth birthday has juat simply been erased, and no one seems to notice the obvious hole left by the missing year
But i'll never forget the year he came to stay with us
The best year of my life, the year I fell in love...-
The last year of his life.
