on Thursday, July 18, 2013

Jane’s face was blank; a stark contrast to the smiling, vibrant girl she was in the pictures in her hands.

In every picture, she wasn’t alone. He was there, smiling and as vibrant as her.

She was going to burn them now. The girl and boy in the pictures were no longer them. She needed to forget.

She watched as each picture, their smiling faces turned into ash; the warmth of the flame kissing her fingers. A part of her knew it was a futile attempt. She couldn’t really forget.

Her heart would never forget.

Too bad memories last forever. 

image credits to Just One Of The People @ picship. Inspired a by a line from the song All This Time by Tiffany


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