Sunday, January 8, 2017

Emma's Pages (16)

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The day she died, she left her entire soul scattered all over the bed, on the messy purple sheets she loved so much, where she used to get lost in the arms of random lovers, every night she broke up with the same old boyfriend.

She left her scent in the wardrobe, among elegant dresses and loose t-shirts, flowery jammies and shabby socks, sexy stockings and fancy bras.

She left thoughts and ideas scribbled on the pages of the books she loved the most, small drawings and smiley faces based on what the books she was reading inspired her or on the mood she was already in that very moment.

She left so many stories in her box of jewellery, pieces of silver or gold, or even plastic and marble jewelry she has collected the past 4 years from all countries she's been visiting.

Emma walked into her best friend's room that was now gone. She was overwhelmed by the pain of this terrible news she has received only a couple of hours ago. She still couldn't believe it! Adeline was gone. Gone...

A bottle of wine was still open on the small table next to the window. A lot of random stuff lied there. Two empty glasses of wine, a blue pen, a sparkly nail polish, the silver bracelet she stole from her mother when she run away from home, 10 years ago. An open book with a few ripped pages was on the floor, next to a pile of all sorts of crumpled clothes.

Emma picked a sweater from the pile and felt the perfume of Adeline. Her favourite perfume since they were in college. A little bit spicy, a little bit sweet, with a pinch of vanilla scent, matching her colourful personality. Emma held the sweater to her chest and tears silently flooded her eyes. Adeline was gone and she left so many things behind, a lot of grief and why's, too many broken hearts and tears to shed...



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