|Why She Stayed
Author: Simpletimes119 PM
She could be free, yet she stayed. She could tell her anything, but she remained silent...Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship/Spiritual - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,270 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 11-05-12 - Published: 10-29-12 - id: 3069563
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A/N: Hello, this is the second chapter, not that good and a review would really help me learn and hopefully get better...
Two years later...
Just like what Denise had said, Clare was never found. And the chance of finding her now was none. Almost everyone had given up on her case. In fact, it's not just almost everyone, it's already completely everyone who has given up. Her own mother even accepted the fact that she was never coming home. She then fled to another place, trying to forget that there was a missing daughter in the first place. Even Denise had given up. She lost the point of finding Clare now. I mean, what does she expect to find anyway? A few bones? The remains of her friend that is most likely something she could no longer identify? She even stopped trying to remember the face of the used-to-be-living Clare. Clare's face was something Denise had long forgotten. Everytime she tries to imagine her, the dead Clare always came to view.
Denise is just a regular girl by now, one of those who are trying to enjoy the 'seemingly long but actually short' summer vacation. Clare shows up every now and again, unlike before when she seemed to be around 24/7. It's either that or Denise had list interest in her and she just doesn't notice anymore.
And of course, as any other fourteen year old, she had friends. Their names were Myca and Sarah. They weren't really the types of friends who you were really close to from the very beginning. To tell you the truth, they were enemies. Becoming friends with them and the reason they had fought as children will always be a mystery to them all. She was closer to them than Clare. Just because of one simple explanation, they were something Clare would never be, or at least, would never be again. They could talk to her, unlike Clare who was ever so silent. They could laugh with her, unlike Clare who would just stare. They could understand her better because they go through many things together, unlike Clare who wants and tries to understand but never will. Because unlike Clare who was already dead, they were alive.
Denise laid down her bed and grabbed her music player. She put the earphones on and started listening. Soon, she started singing along to the things she was listening to. At least until a familiar breeze came to her. She turned her head to the side to see where Clare was standing.
"Is there anything you want, Clare?" she asked without removing her earphones. It sounded more like a statement than a question. She had asked Clare many times before and she no longer expected an answer. As a reply, Clare just looked at her, just like she always had. Denise increased the volume and muttered an almost silent 'I thought so' at Clare, but it was loud enough for her to hear.
Clare was left standing there, looking at Denise. She changed since she became friends with other people, she knows about that. Denise had turned cold, and she just tries her best to understand. It hurts her too, she doesn't know why, but she still knows how to feel. If she didn't, she wouldn't be here, she could have let whatever happens next come. She didn't know what she needed then, but she knows it now. And just when she already knows, Denise wouldn't listen the way she used to. The way she would actually sit down beside her and wait for her to answer. There was something she was supposed to give Denise. There were things she had to tell her, there were words she couldn't speak out and it was the only way to get them to be spoken. After all, Denise wouldn't lie to her, she said that she'll always be there for her and she never took that back. Clare looked outside. It's only a matter of time...until Denise listens again, and Clare would be there to wait.
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