Five Card Story: Charlotte

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That stupid city, and those stupid memories. I missed Charlotte more than ever, as today would've been her 17th birthday, March 14th. I missed the way she put raspberries on the ends of her fingers whenever we snacked on them, plucking them off one by one and eating them after she pretended they were a manicure. Sometimes I still venture back to the places that the two of us used to visit; the old, hidden garden entry with the beautiful stone walkways was always my favourite. Visiting her pacman graffiti painting brought tears to my eyes every time, as I so fondly remembered us going out and doing it together. I was too much of a wimp to vandalize anything, but she went for it.
Her big, lovely smile, brown hair, dark freckles and green eyes always sat in the back of my mind. Whatever I was doing, I was doing it for Charlotte. The last time she spoke to me had been the day before her passing. She looked me in the eyes and said "Connie, you're the best friend a girl could ask for. I'll see you Sunday at 2, my place for pizza?" And I nodded with a smile, then high fived her and departed the school grounds. A memory that wouldn't be a memory otherwise, would be my most important memory forever.

In memory of Jennifer Swan. Xoxo

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