Loss

[ayumidah]

Alison sits in front of the fire and stares blankly ahead. Her life had changed not that long ago, with the loss of her best friend. She watches the fire lick, crackle, snap against the wood. Many a winter they had spent here, thinking, daydreaming, imagining their futures. But now his is gone and hers is shattered.

She closes her eyes against the warmth and the light, releasing a tired sigh. "You know I would do anything to have you sitting next to me right now," she whispers, glancing down at his spot forlornly. "Absolutely anything." She barely reacts to fireworks as they blast outside.

 

"Happy New Years, Aaron."