Before him, Ava had past lovers. And with all of them it was difficult to move on, but she always did. She managed to forget them and live a regular life without the tubs of ice cream every night with a tissue up both noses and puffy eyes. She managed to not think of them, except for one.
This particular person would never leave Ava’s heart because they did not end in bad terms. No, they did not, but it was something far more worse. It was a pain that Ava never thought to experience but did. Till this day it doesn’t hurt as much, but the thought of him pulls something inside her heart because the heart always remembers.
In the past, Ava had always been afraid to visit Makoto’s grave. Young Ava did not want to believe he was gone. She didn’t want that type of confirmation. Not for that. She would pray every night, hoping that he would hear her apologies for not visiting him. For a girl who loves danger, she was too scared to face a result of death.
It didn’t take long to find him now. After looking around her old notes, she found the paper that had all the information of where he was. She went with a flowers in hand and two cups along with their favorite drink. She stayed there till nighttime, reminiscing of the days he was alive and the days they spent together. All the stories he told and the worries he had.
After that, Ava went back the next evening.
She didn’t expect to see a piece of paper next to the flowers she placed yesterday. It made chills run down her spine and she almost hoped that it was Makoto who left her a note. But it wasn’t. It was a more feminine type of handwriting and it contained a question other than a nice joke or a quirky remark.
‘I’m a high school friend of Makoto. He and I had a close relationship before his passing and I finally had a chance to come visit him. Are you his sister? Mother?’
Ava folded the same paper and placed it down where it had been. She stayed there and left after dark.
