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“Cyn! Snap out of it!” Cynthia blinked rapidly. “Sorry, Maureen. Just drifted off a bit.” “Hey, leave the dreaming to me! I still have a drop of youth in me.” Cynthia laughed as Maureen linked arms with her. “Yes, I’m old. You don’t need to remind me every day, though. You gonna go to Richie’s?” “No,” she sighed. “He’s still not here. Can I tag along with you to John’s?” “Course you can. I forgot my glasses, so I need a guide anyway.” The two women talked and laughed as they made their way through the streets of Liverpool. It seem

Chapter Two: Those Early Days "Wake up, new kids!" A loud banging noise made Mel sit up and rip open the curtains. "I'm up!" She shouted. She half fell out of bed, and buttoned up a shirt. The banging noises continued. Mel groaned ran around the rom, pulling open the curtains of all the girls still sleeping. "Guys, wake up! It's already seven fifty, and you have an hour to get ready and get food! It's so loud!" As they woke up and rubbed their eyes, Mel dug through her trunk for other clothes to wear, and she heard a meowing noise. She looked up, and on her bed, there was a fluffy brown tabby cat sitting there, looking at her with green

"Hurry up, John! Don't be late for the train!" A little boy ran through the crowd with a laden trolley, two older women following, keeping an eye on him. He stopped at Platform 9 and looked up. Then he pulled out a tattered letter from his pocket. "Mummy, where's nine and three quarters?" The woman with red hair looked up as well. "It's right here, John. Don't worry. We just have to go through. Watch Mum." She stepped toward the pillar. She looked around to make sure no one was paying too much attention, and stepped through the brick as if it didn't exist. The boys eyes widened. "Mim! Where did she go?!" "Hush, John. Just follow your m

December 8, 2006 "Augh... Mornin' Mel." "Morning." He could hear her sniffing and saw her eyes and nose were bright red. John sat up. "Hey, you alright? What's wrong?" "No it's just.... The date. I really shouldn't make a deal out of it." He turned on his laptop and looked at the date. December 8. He held her hand. "Oh Mel. Don't be sad. I'm here. Right here with you. You don't have to be sad anymore." "I know, but the thought is horrible. He just went and shot you. I mean, look at this." She pulled at his shirt at the shoulder, and he took it off. She traced the scars on his shoulder and chin. "What? They don't hurt or anything.

What happens after? When your body is empty and all that's left is a shell? And when even that disappears? When all that's remains are your words and your name and you best deed? I know what happens when people are forgotten. When they really start slipping through your fingers like vapor. When they start forgetting, remembering you makes them all the more special to you. Of course, most of us can't even remember what we had for breakfast. Most of us. Not me. I'm special, apparently. November 29, 2001 I carefully lit four candles. A tall black one, a red cylinder, a blue one that smelled like the sea, and a white orb candle. I clicked o