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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