Memories of Aspen

thirty four

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thirty four

                “it’s not your fault,” i told her.

                livvy sniffled and whipped her tears away with her sweater sleeve, “i’m sorry.” she cleared her throat, “i didn’t mean to cry. this is just awkward now.”

                i shrugged, “its fine.”

                “i just… it’s still hard for me… for everyone.”

                i nodded.

                “do you come here often?” she asked after a few minutes of silence. “to visit her?”

                again, i nodded.

                “you leave the white roses,” she said. it wasn’t a question so i didn’t answer.

                “declan is always wondering who leaves them,” she continued. “i always wondered if it maybe it was you.”

                i took a swig from my flask

                and sighed heavily.

                “do you do this often? sit, drink, watch the stars here at her grave?”

                i shrugged, “whenever i can.”

                liv remained silent before she crossed her legs underneath her bum, “why?”

              capping my flask, i slid it back into my coat pocket and met livvy’s gaze. “because… memories of aspen are all i have left.”