Her.

Fixation

Some people remember others by their face, voice or an iconic gesture that made them so memorable.

But I? Oh my, the things I remember her by...

Every time she passed the loud halls and courtyard, she seemed to be louder and clearer then the echo of laughter and the sea of people. How her scent lingered among so many walls and the slight wind that carried it on its sholders. How her pain could be silent, yet to me, so loud and transparent. How she got lost in the pages of dark, yet tragicly beautifull love writen with the same longing of someone like her, who yearned for the same love and understanding.

 Yet tragedy and fear holds us all in its ruthless and painfull grip like a vice, its mantra never stopping; 'Hes another fool, love. Your too ruined for a savior.'

And I? Oh my...the things I remember her by.