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Cry of the death of the memories.
10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1! Happy new year!
The known chant is heard all along the house, family and friends hug each other and drink
champagne, I fake a smile while I hug my parents. Between so much chaos it is easy to run
away from there. I fastly go to my room and close the door; I jump to my bed and focus on the
ceiling. A solitaire tear runs through my cheek. “That’s it” I think to myself, “nothing will be the
same again”.
I remember that summer night when we swam until the sun went up. I remember that apple
so sweet that lighted up my whole winter. I remember that last flower that survived the orange
scenery. And I remember that sudden drizzle at noon.
I remember and remember, the memories start to vanish and all those feelings start to fall in
oblivion. So I stand up and go back to the living room to keep faking smiles.
This story was inspired in an activity in which we had to create a story with just the sentence "Cry of the death of..."