As I said, it was not a normal day, we had taken a very wrong turn which was meant to lead to new possibilities, rather than the end to a tale that had not yet begun. We were a group of four, there was me (obviously), Olivia (the most amazing person I had ever met, whose elegant face still lingers in my mind), my little sister Lucy and Olivia's brother Daniel. Having grown up as neighbours, me and Olivia were naturally best friends and had been all our lives. The funny part of that being the fact that it literally was all of our lives as we shared a birthday, forcing an even stronger, almost twin like bond upon us. We were inseparable from birth, until death tore us apart, destroying any hope I had helplessly developed for something more in our distant future. I guess I will just have to wait until I join them, like I should have the day they left.
It has been three years, but I still can't expel the image of her picturesque beauty from my mind. Her eyes, pools of honey in the autumn sun, flickering with naivety as she attempted to analyse every single aspect of her environment all at once. Auburn strands drifted in every direction at there own will, repelling any attempt to be controlled. I could go on forever about her envious hair and porcelain skin, but if I was to do that, we would never reach the terrors of Foxworth Hall, so I might as well begin.