A Word Of Thousand Memories

Shedding

She sat under the tree, gazing at the green grass surrounding her. What should he say? She thought. She loved writing stories. This one is based on a vampire fighting for freedom and love. She smiled a little. Ander, the protagonist, is so hopelessly in love. She sighed again in distress.

            "Where did all my inspiration go? I had so many ideas! Argh! Blame Sarah for distracting me..." She trailed off, thinking about all the bad things she'd do to her when she meets her again. And, as suddenly as she stopped writing, she picked up her pen again and started inking Ander's words.

            '"Did you know that I was worried? Worried that you might've died? Well, technically you did, but that's not the point." I paused for a while, thinking through my words. I didn't want to say the wrong thing, risking our entire friendship all over again. I just wanted her to know how I felt when she fell like that. I chose my next words carefully:

            "Harry, listen. I just wish you'd have told me before hand. I feel left out, you know? Because I think you didn't trust me enough to tell me about this major plan. Who knows, maybe we could've come up with an alternate plan that would've been less dangerous, so to say." I said, shrugging my shoulders, my hands in my pockets.

            "What if King missed the rope?" I continued, without letting her speak. "What if you slipped a second earlier? What if King couldn't receive the signal? Have you ever thought about what could've have gone wrong? That stupid stunt could've cost your life!"

            "STOP! That's enough, Ander." She said, interrupting me, her palm raised in front of my face, asking me to just listen silently. Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't. But it won't hurt to just listen for once, would it?'

            She read the text she wrote again. Yes, this is what he would say, she thought. She took a sip out of her water bottle, relishing the freshness of the water. She put her book back in her satchel and hung the strap over her shoulder. She pocketed her pen and stood up, walking to her BMX, calling it a day. The sun was starting to set over the horizon, as she cycled her way back home.

            She is a straight-A student, getting all A's in her A Levels. She was from a small town in Germany, where her family is now. She came to London, to study culinary arts, as she was interested in being a chef. It's been her only dream so far. On the other side, she is a world renowned author of the Number One Bestseller, Fallen Shadows of Darkness. Yeah, that was the second book she was working on, Shattered Pieces of Darkness.

             She reached her house, the one she shares with Sarah, and put the cycle in the garage. She went in through the kitchen door, where Sarah was already busy making dinner.

            "Starting without me, Flamey?" She asked, washing her hands to clean away the ink stains. Flamey was the name she gave for Sarah.

            "Yeah, I'm quite hungry myself. Besides, I eat according to time. Not like you. You eat whenever you want." Sarah said, handing her the chopping board and some vegetables that needed to be chopped.

            "Well, don't blame me, blame my job." She sighed, getting started on the carrots, then the cabbages.

            "No luck again?" Sarah asked, boiling the water.

            "No. What are we having tonight?" She asked, slicing some garlic and shallots.

            "Rice and soup. Why were you out so long then?"

            "Writing." She said, seeming uninterested in their conversation.

            "Not again, Rosalie. You're gonna just waste your time doing that. You should go look for more open spots." Sarah said, taking the chopped items and adding them to the boiling water.