The Lady in Red | Closed
The bracelet Imogen had found by Annie’s grave all those years back still sat on her bedside table, draped over the edge of the framed photograph of her and all her friends a few months before Annie disappeared—died. She had to still tell herself to keep thinking of it as the night Annie died, was murdered, but it was hard to do that when it felt like she vanished that night and then was killed years later when her body was discovered. She’d still been so alive, so vivid and real, in Imogen’s memory so it was always difficult to connect those two as… the same. If that made sense, which it did to her so whatever. Now there were three people in that photo who she'd never see again. She reached over, looking up from the book she wasn’t able to concentrate on, and grabbed the bracelet from the table, turning it over in her hands. It was strange that someone would leave it lying there like they had. Imogen liked to see the best in everyone but she was pretty sure it could easily have been stolen. Right? Maybe. Or maybe it wouldn’t have been noticed. Who really visited Annie’s grave beside her and her friends, Annie’s family, and maybe a few others? She figured it was Chloe who put the bracelet there for some reason but she’d never really bothered to ask… maybe she should have left it where it was. She suddenly started to feel guilty as she thought about it, looked at the bracelet. If Chloe had put it there it would have been for a reason, it was a memorial. God. Yeah, she should have left it… she just didn’t have many things of Annie’s left. She’d just seen it and... hadn’t thought about taking it as she’d slipped it into her pocket after recognising it instantly. So long ago now she’d almost forgotten about that day altogether.
