A little opening sequence. Enjoy. Apologies for JQDYTYPA last chapt…

Beyond Remembering

By Junaberry Pop

I don't know for how many decades or centuries I sat there, staring out the window into the vast ocean.

For every second, I could almost feel my Querida's silky hair or see her bright eyes or stroke her soft cheek.

Every second felt like a million knives were stabbing me in the heart.

The crashing waves could never sooth the endless ache in my soul.

I couldn't accept the fact that no matter how I dreamt of my Susannah, nothing could bring her back to me.

I could never speak another word to her.

The sun could rise and set an infinity of times but I could not spend another second with Susannah.

It seemed unfair at the very least… but that didn't make it any better.

I could try to stop thinking about her for a minute at a time, but in the end, she would always return to my mind.

No one returned to the house; her pink bed remained in its situation, her closet remained half open. Nothing differed; nothing allowed me to forget.

And then I heard something I'd never think I'd hear again.

Her voice.

It stunned me, my eyes flew open. The stairs creaked with weight. The door opened.

Then I saw her.

How was it?

I do accept endless amounts of flaming for my last chapt of (refer above).