Short Stories

By Mysteria Lulu All Rights Reserved ©

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Hello's and Goodbyes

The grave looks so fragile in the winter weather. Looking at the pale gray stone I still can't believe it happened. There are many ways I could start this story, but I guess I should start at the beginning. I can still remember the way Christine would fangirl about things only she understood. I wish I could have said goodbye.

"Andrew you know she wouldn't want to see you like this." Mom whined sheltering herself from the rising cold. Mom can't pretend like she knew Christine like I did.

This family vacation passed in the blink of an eye and I'm not sure whether I want to go home or not. Christine and I have had a lot of fun, I am so happy she is my twin. We walk past the bookstore and she suddenly stops. I look back at her and see Christine is staring wide-eyed at an enormous bookstore.

"No Christine, we already bought you books. You have more than you need at home!" Mom screeches and I try to hold back another wave of laughter.

The unmoving sky is like my life. If you look up everything seems perfect, but when you look down and there is coldness creeping up on you. I still remember everything they told me that tragic day. I had just got back to base from getting my new truck. The stranger who told me held the door, and I walked in not knowing how his words would impact my life.

A man asked to talked to me privately. I walk out of formation leaving my squadron standing at parade rest. I follow him down the maze like halls. We stop at one of the conference rooms. In the room there are another two men.

"We have something to tell you." the first man says and the other look grimly at each other. Fear of what their words consumes me.

"Your sister had an accident. She was driving and got hit by a drunk driver." he says and I can't even try and hold back the river forming in my eyes.

It's still cold, maybe the iciness will numb the pain of her passing. I can't even begin to express how much I miss her. It's heartbreaking to know how bad our family is suffering and people are going on with their everyday life. There are times when I look back at our childhood and wish I could have changed a few things. There is one memory that comes to mind.

Christine and I are playing with her dolls, reluctantly I picked up her blonde barbie and talked in a higher voice pretending to go on an adventure. If I had known what she meant by playing I would have said no when she pulled out her little puppy-dog eyes. I should've said no considering I am older by ten minutes. She has gotten away with too many things with those puppy-dog eyes. Annoyed I pick her up and walked over to the large wooden and most importantly empty toy chest. Throughout the day we have taken a lot of toys out. When I finally reach it I throw her in and sit on it. I can hear her screaming to be let out and laughing because of what I just did. As I continued laughing I heard the front door open then a "I'm home" from our dad. When dad walked in to check on us I can tell he noticed Christine not in the room. After he discovered her in the toy chest I got lectured on why a ten-year old shouldn't be playing dolls with their sister. During my lecture Christine kept shouting "you're in trouble" while laughing with mom in the doorway.

Looking back on that memory only one thought comes to mind, they're mean. I chuckle at the childish thought.

"That is the first smile you have had in months" Kat,Christine's best friend says as she walks up to the grave.

"Are those for me?" I ask jokingly, she laughs and I know she can survive this.

"No they're for her. I miss her so much." Kat whispers as she lays the flowers next to the pale and lifeless grave. I look at the grave and for the first time I realise there are too many flowers surrounding it, though they're pretty. The flowers bring some sort of life to its pale grey features. Bending down I rub my hand across her name, the powerful name of 'Christine Alexis Dean' edged out of a rock. I wait for Kat to leave before I say my final goodbye.

"Christine" I choke out through tears "I will miss you so much. I could never forget my twin. You will always be with me. Remember when I fell down the hill, and you ran after me and ended up falling and landing on me. Or the time when we went trick-or-treating and someone stole your candy so I shared mine. My favorite memory is the speech you gave before I left to join the Air Force."

Christine stands up and lightly flattens her green and purple dress. She asks for. everyone's attention before tucking a strand of her straight brown hair behind her ear.

" I would like to say see you later to my amazing twin. Andrew I will miss you when you leave bright and early tomorrow morning. I'll try not to replace you when you leave me. Before I finish I would like to remind everyone and not just my amazing brother that there is no goodbye in life, only hello and see you later. Goodbye is permanent, and I will see you again."

Before I finally leave I look at the grave for one last time and whisper "See you later."



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