PAST ECHOES

Her reflection held no meaning.  back-1822702_960_720

She knew the hours were passing by because the sun was starting to melt into the horizon.  She was told several times not to be caught here after dark.  She didn’t care though.  Not tonight anyway.  Tonight she didn’t want to care about anything.

His voice was a constant echo in her head.

Every day, since she found his note on her bed, the echoes led her to the edge of this river.  He was here somewhere.  Was he watching her?

So many questions had plagued her nightmares.  Every nightmare ended the same way.  Here at the river.

They would always be standing waist-deep in the water staring at each other.  He wore black and she wore white.  They never spoke.  Eventually he would slowly lower himself deeper into the water until only his eyes were above the surface… staring at her.  Then he would scream and disappear at super lightening speed into the murky dark.  She was left standing there in her white nightgown reflecting the light of the moon.

When they were younger they always played at this river.  They would swim for hours and then lay in the sun until they felt like they might catch fire.  It was a game to see who could last the longest before jumping into the relief of the cool water for another few hours.  She usually won.  He thought the game was stupid.  He said she must like torturing herself.

One day, as they were racing to jump back into the water, she tripped.  He sat next to her and they laughed for minutes before he took her face in his hands and kissed her.  Neither of them had ever been kissed. He was her best friend but the kiss changed everything.  What started as one curious kiss turned into heated want.  Everyday they would swim and kiss and laugh and kiss some more.  Until eventually they started exploring other feelings and other sensations.  They were inseparable.

They were inseparable until he had to move 600 miles away with his dad.  They had 6 magical summers together and then… he was gone.

A month ago was the 10 year anniversary of him leaving.  She came home to a note on her bed that said: MEET ME AT THE RIVER. It had to be him.

In her search to find him she had discovered nobody had seen him since he had left 10 years ago.  Where had he been?

Now she was coming to the river every night. A river she hadn’t visited since he left.  It wouldn’t feel the same.  It didn’t feel the same.

Besides the summer after he left was when all the murders started…

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