Why-Secondhand Serenade

She sat there staring at the morning sky. Changing from the shades of bright pink and orange to the daytime blue. She was never sure how long she had ever spent up there, but it was her favourite place, besides being wrapped up in his arms, but the was a place no longer reachable. It had been a month and eight days counting, but a broken heart is said to take longer to heel when you’re expecting it to. She didn’t care. She had no other way to do it, no one else to help her out. She was alone with out him. As the tears ran down her face she only wished that she could hear the banging and falling of him coming up to comfort her. She imagined the warm arms wrapping around her, holding her tightly as he would whisper in her ear how much he loved he. But the more she thought about it the more his face seemed to fade away, the more she seemed to feel colder. No one, nothing could ever replace him. The love of her life was gone. 1

Her hair blew in the wind. Her eyes would not be dried until she saw the sun peek over the horizon. Then she would enter the empty house in which memories of him loomed at every corner, full with people she never knew and she would “live”. Every “Are you alright?” would be answered with a yes and then a sweet smile. No one would ever no. She never let them. 2

He was the one who would get her through her day and break her down at night. Sitting on the roof was there most vibrant memory. Everything happened on the roof. Everything. You could still see the faded red merging with the sidewalk. Everything had happened on the roof. And now it was her turn to make everything real. They say that a broken heart takes longer to heel when you’re expecting it. She wasn’t expecting anything, except being wrapped up in his arms again, maybe on the roof. It didn’t matter to her. Noting did any more. 3

She never knew how long she had ever spent up there, but now she didn’t need to. She had found a way to her favourite place.