The the raw skin. My large fingers battered

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The the raw skin. My large fingers battered

The tears trickled down my face, rolling against the raw skin. My large fingers battered against my face as I attempted to stop the drops of water from leaking. My nose crinkled up as I read the words that were written on the ashen paper, my hand grazing over the recognizable, black handwriting that belonged to Amethyst. I had staggered across the letter when I was going through her possessions; the paper was precisely tucked away in the deteriorated pages of her “P.S. I Love You,” book. It was her favorite book and she brought it with her everywhere she went, she had a replica at my house where she’d recite the story to me on drizzling days. An enormous grin plastered on her face as she narrated the endearing end to an adoration filled relationship. I remember how my eyes would fog over with admiration as her glossed lips would open and the words would flow out, a grin to math hers would be etched onto my features. A small smile covered my face as I reminisced about the good times. I was completely oblivious to the note until an hour ago; I had merely considered it a bookmark until it slipped away. My eyes noticing my name scrawled on the paper. My honey brown orbs looked at the yellow highlighter that covered the page, my brain piecing together the lines she had highlighted from the well-known book. “I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, But I have a feeling this is the last letter because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp; you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. I am eternally grateful… literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you’ll try to see yourself through my eyes. How lucky am I. You made my life, but I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you” – Gerry (P.S. I love you by Cecilia Ahern). It was so peculiar; how relevant everything was. After she literally slipped away, I’ve been experiencing all these bizarre things. Every time I’d search her belongings I’d discover something new, but this was the most writing I had seen on paper. My brain began to process the words on the tidily folded paper. “There was a reason it all happened, Jason. I did this for you,” I began to read my nose twitching again as I contained the sob. My head hit the back of the headboard as I thought about the memories of Amethyst. My body trembled as I was soaked with bucketsful of cold water. Each uncanny rain drop felt like abrasive, rocks plummeting against my clothed torso. A shiver juddered thorough me, my eyes closing harshly as the loud echoing thunder shook the erroneous earth. Out of habit I swiftly, adjusted the backpack that covered my jacket before knocking roughly against the oak door, my pearly white teeth gnawing against my bottom lips as I gazed at the large puddles that lined the dirty cement pathways, every single raindrop that hit the muddles leaving a rippling effect. The faint clicking of a lock was heard as her green eyes peered through the small crack, a huge smile embracing her as I smirked. The door fully flung open revealing a tired Amethyst. She wore a pair of black sweats and my familiar red hoodie. Her black tresses were left to hang, “You’re soaked.” She gasped as she motioned for me to walk in. “Really?” I exclaimed slipping on my black shoes, a playful smirk dancing on my lips. “I’ll get you a towel and a change of clothes.” She rolled her eyes effortlessly at my intended sarcasm. Our heavy footsteps were heard thundering up the stairs, “I feel ill,” I pouted as I pondered down the hallway.”Would you like some hot chocolate?” Amethyst’s mother asked as she peered out of her bedroom upon hearing my words, unlike Amethyst she had grey eyes whereas her father had green. If you ever asked me the color of Amethyst’s eyes I would say green, but if you were really interested I’d tell you how the outer brim was grey and merged into a vivid emerald towards the center with small flecks of dazzling, blue dancing in the swirls of grey. “Yes please!” Amethyst grinned cheekily at her mother. “I’ll get your father to make it then,” Her mom chuckled softly before disappearing back into the bedroom. “Here,” Amethyst commanded shoving a towel towards me before raiding her walk-in closet, a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she found a pair of my sweats and a jumper. “Thanks,” I chuckled leaving a sloppy kiss on her cheek, my face was still wet from the downpour causing Amethyst to pat her face dry and stick her tongue out. My eyes scanned her bedroom; the walls were soft beige with chocolate trim and mahogany furniture. The far right wall was a feature wall with a beautiful array of patterns on the wall with shadowy brown drapes hanging down from the curtains, a beam of light streaming through the curtains. The theme was a bit Parisian, and it looked surprisingly elegant. I meandered to her bathroom and quickly made myself comfortable before returning to her bedroom where she sat on the bed, the remote in her hand as she flicked through the endless channels. I slipped my body next to hers, my bulky arm rested on her shoulder as her head fit perfectly in the crevice of my neck. “I need to tell you a story J,” She mumbled in the crook of my neck, her warm breath gently hitting my exposed skin. “What story? I furrowed my eyebrows slightly. “The story of Holly and Gerry!” She exclaimed causing a husky chuckle to erupt. “Really? P.S. I love you,” I beamed kissing her temple softly,”Aww, I love you too!” She laughed happily and even though the rain battered the earth and the thunder echoed, I was completely content. My heart pace quickened at the joyous memories, a fresh batch of tears over spilling the barrier and covering my face as I sat on my disheveled floor. The open book sprawled across the floor next to me, the rest of her items scattered on the white carpet and messy bed. I continued to read the letter. “I only want the very best for you Jay, and if this was how I was going to achieve it then so be it. Our story isn’t a Romeo and Juliet tale, no Bonnie and Clyde, Heck it’s no Holly and Gerry.” I beamed at the last couple from her favorite book. “But it’s about time we wrote what may be seen as the last chapter of our book, we’re Amethyst and Jason.” We were Amethyst and Jason until that one day. “But you need to trust me when I say this was for the best, I need to show you that you will be fine without me because if cancer kills me…” My heart skipped a best, cancer? I never knew about any cancer. My teeth roughly latched onto my bottom lip at the thought of her pain. The thought of her crying, the thought of her experiencing physical pain… It was all too much to bear. “If it kills me, then I need you to be able to move on. I know the way I left was just as terrible as cancer killing me. But you need to know, you made my life, but I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Even if I survive, you need to remember what we had been was great. I didn’t mean for it to end like this…” My feet followed her slender body as she raced across the large cliff, her shoes hitting the ground as she went by. She laughed effortlessly even though her eyes showed a hidden pained expression. Her white dress flowed in the summer breeze she looked like an angel upon earth as she bellowed merrily. She would peer over her shoulder every now and then to see how near I was to her. We both came to an abrupt stop as she neared the edge of the cliff, I wouldn’t tell you it was enormous but it had quite the height. My eyebrows furrowed as her feet neared the serrated edge. “Here hold my shoes,” She requested slipping off her red ballet flats, “Please return them to Serena.” She instructed. “Why can’t you?” I asked perplexed “Long story,” She chuckled softly, walking away from the edge and engulfing me in a huge hug.”Sure but don’t you want to wear them home?” I asked her gently rubbing my nose against hers. “I don’t plan on going home,” She giggled smashing her lips against mine, savoring the taste of love. Our lips moved in sync before she pulled away and pecked my cheek.”Why aren’t you going home?” I mumbled holding her hands with my larger, calloused ones. “I have a better place to go,” She smiled, her eyes twinkling slightly and replacing the dull character that was hiding beneath them. “Where?” I questioned as he let go of my hands. “You’ll soon find out,” She grinned, her feet stepping back unhurriedly.”What’s going on?” I muttered a frown residing on my face as she neared the edge. Sweat began to line my body as my heart pounded against my chest, “Heaven is such a beautiful place.” She whispered as my hand lunged out trying to stop her falling body, her feet leaving the safe grounds of the cliff. Her body hurtling to the sea that lapped against the rocks beneath her, the treacherous waves engulfing her. “Amethyst!” I shouted in despair as the loud splash echoed in my ears, the vision of her running replaying in my mind. The tears like waves upon my face as they crashed down to the ground. My eyes scanned the area for any sign of life as I collapsed to my knees and searched over the edge… Amethyst,” I sobbed. That was the end of our chapter; no one had found her body. They had searched the sea for a week but they refused to venture further due to the dubiousness of finding a body, she didn’t’ even get a proper burial. That angered me, but what angered me more was that I believed we were so happy and nothing could go wrong, but I guess this time I was completely wrong. My thoughts were cut off by the ringing doorbell; a sigh escaped my dry lips as I wandered down the stairs. My socks sliding across the floor as I battered my face dry of the tears. My hands slowly opening the door. If only I could be greeted by her. My hope dropped as I was greeted by the postman who was waiting impatiently. He held a single letter in his hand and it had astounded me how he hadn’t put it through the mailbox. “This is a letter from a young lady named, Amethyst. She requested I handed it to Mr. Hill by hand.” He informed scratching his beard awkwardly as he passed me the lilac envelope. “Thanks, sir,” I showed gratitude as a small smile overtook my face, I quickly shut the door before sitting on the stairs of my house. My finger tore the neat edges of the envelope resulting in the paper dropping to the floor. A bright red kiss mark was on the paper in the top right corner as I acknowledged the familiar handwriting. My lips met the paper, memories flooding of the last kiss. “I know this is no P.S. I love you, but there’s always what we assume is the last letter. So this is the ending of the letter I had started. You’ll never know when this ‘last letter’ was sent, but I needed to make it clear. This would have been harder if you had to share the pain of my suffering, a less painful ‘death’ would have been better for you to witness. So all I need to tell you is its okay to move on, don’t sit down and cry about us. Be happy it happened, a fact I must point out is you’ve always had a sharp mind and as random as it seems. Your sharp mind may recreate a new chapter. Always remember you make me go… evilallitsmi P.S. I love you”     My eyes coated with tears. But I couldn’t help but read over the weird jumble of letters, I can only assume it was an expression of me making her speechless, but there was something awfully peculiar about it. I read over the same last letter a million times, the tears spilling onto the paper and blurring the words.    Wait, backward… it spells…     “I’m still alive.”  

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