It’s a chilly mid-December night, exactly one year since the accident happened, and yet there hasn’t been any change in the emotional barrier. Outside the snow fell softly onto the barren streets, and a icy-chill swept its way across the city; ’causing the temperature to seem many digresses colder then in reality. The harsh winter was over looked by the people, they were snug inside there heated homes. Some set reading the latest article published by Yoko Mina, while others snuggled up with loved ones in front of the T.V watching “J-Pop, the newest music in Japan”
Then there is Kyle, a slender teen (about 18/19) with flowing brown hair and bright blue eyes, he set at his computer, screen blank, mind blank, he couldn‘t think of what to write. His eyes peered out a nearby window; watching the unwelcome blizzard approach the city. “God…” He murmured, this was getting old, week three of his written slump. Shutting down his computer, “its no use, I can’t think of anything.” Raising to his feet, he sighed deeply; then the lights flickered. “Better, grab some candles from the attic, whiles there still some light.” Climbing up the ladder, he bumped his head, “Ouch!” Its been awhile since he’d climbed up there.
Fumbling for the light switch, his elbow bumped a nearby table. “Now, what did I do?” Clicking the lights on, he bent down and picked up a frame. “Huh?” Looking at it, a single tear ran down his tanned cheek. “I-I forgot about this?” Placing it back on the shelf, he went long and gathered up some candles. “Hmm, five should be enough… one for the Bathroom, one for my bedroom, one for the kitchen, one for the hallway and one for the family shrine.
After he placed the candles in the desired areas, he strolled into the kitchen and poured himself his third cup of coffee. “Umm…” Relaxing in a recliner, Kyle took of his glasses placing them in their holder. “I am so out of it!” Whiskey, his calico-cat, entered the room and leaped onto his stomach. “Uhg!” Smiling, he petted him. “You’re getting heavy.”
A crash of thunder spooked him and Whiskey, “Hmm…Seems its more then just snow out there…” Picking up the fuzz-ball, Kyle laid him down on the cozy bed. “Stay in here.” Shutting the door behind him, he retraced his steps and lit all the candles, while turning off all the electrical appliances. Returning to his coffee, he gulped it down and put the glass in the sink.
Passing the shrine, depression over-came him, “I thought I had forgotten it…all” He slide the door shut and chanted a prayer. “I will never forget thy.” Kyle then proceeded to the bathroom.
The room quickly filled up with steam, “Um-hm,” Kyle sighed as the hot water hit his tan skin, causing his entire body to sparkle. Soaping up a wash-cloth his graced the rag over his body cleansing every inch. Rinsing off , his mind began to wonder.
That’s when it hit him. “…Derek…”