Sunday, November 1, 2009

FREAKIN'! Part II

When she finished playing, a certain sadness enveloped us. We shuffled outside, and continued our goodbyes. Ally remembered she had left her letter to Allie at my house, so our objectives shifted. Austin, Ally, Allie, and I piled into the front seats of Austin's car, making up words to songs along the way. We arrived at my house, got the letter, and headed outside. The four of us stood in the driveway, and then it really hit us; this is the last time we'd see her for who knows how long. We all began to cry, and none of us wanted to leave. Before long, it was nearly midnight and Austin had to drive to Summerfield to take Ally home, then back home to Tavares. I offered for him to spend the night, but it was too complicated. After a few more frantic hugs and wiped tears, they stepped into his car and drove off, saying they loved her until they couldn't be heard. Once they left, we hugged a few more times, and I walked Allie down the driveway to Chelsi's car. We had taken longer than expected with our goodbyes, because Trevor and Chelsi were asleep in the backseat, and James was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at his phone. After waiting for them to wake up and unlock the doors, I told her I loved her a zillion more times, and as she got in the car, I walked back up my driveway. Each step felt like death, and I got halfway up before I completely broke down, and fell onto the concrete and cried for what seemed like hours. I got myself together eventually, and entered my house, completely crushed. The rest of the night is a blur, I slappped together my business project in half an hour, and spent the rest of the night laying in bed, reading her note. After I while, I could see nothing more than the I love you she wrote in the roots of the tree she drew. I fell to a troubled sleep at four, to wake miserably ninety minutes later.

Allie Wagner, I don't know how we're going to get on without you. School isn't worth it. Seeing the spot where you sat in chorus makes me sad all over again. Listening to Emarosa has a whole new meaning now. I can imagine you standing in that corner of the art room, making something amazing. You will always be loved, you will never forgotten.

The things we think about at night never lose taste
Now take the close to find something greater
This wall has finally reached it's end,
it's higher ground, let's make a stand.
Did you ever think we would get this high?
Pull back the sheets
to find an ending that you prayed for.


2 comments:

Austin Wood. said...

Now im crying again... :(

allywood said...

This made me cry too :( <3