Six months later.
The teenager lifts her face and looks at the cloudless sky. It is warm and sunny. A summer breeze muscles her face, making her feel pleasant.
She closes her eyelids and sighs.
She still can't believe that six months have passed since the whole nightmare ended. Although she survived hell there, the place is also full of memories that she nevertheless doesn't want to forget.
The walls there have seen so much; they have preserved memories that, for her, are among the most important.
- Excuse me? - She lifts an eyelid and looks at the boy, who stands in front of her, smiling friendly. His blond strands shine in the sunlight. They bring back echoes of memories to her. Of the person who is her first love. Because of this, she has a special respect for guys with bleached hair. - Could you help me? I'm new in this city and I think I'm lost.
- Of course. What are you looking for?
Walking along the sidewalk, Oliver, accompanied by his brother and Laura, stops mid-step and squints angrily.
They both look at him surprised.
- What's up?
- More and more I see guys approaching her. Do mediums have the gift of attracting all the surrounding guys? - Laura raises an eyebrow, seeing that Oliver is jealous. And it's like hell!
The girl giggles under her breath.
- Something I don't seem to understand.... are you guys together or not? - She looks at Eric, who shrugs his shoulders in response. He doesn't know anything about it either. - Sara insists all the time that you two are best friends. You are jealous of her, and your relationship is so close that I don't want to believe that it is only friendship.
- I do not know what kind of relationship we are in. You can't get along with her," he burbles under his breath.
- Then talk to her honestly! This is impossible to look at anymore. She drunkenly kisses you and says how much she loves you and doesn't want to hear about getting involved with you. I think something is wrong...
- It is. - Oliver tightens his lips in anger. - I get the impression that there is something that prohibits her from doing this. Something is holding her back.
- I think we need to organize another alcohol libation so I can get the truth out of her. - Laura puts her finger to her lips and squints, watching her friend explain something to the stranger boy. - It's easiest when drunk.
- I will get the truth out of her," Erik interjects, rolling up the sleeves of his blouse. - I love her, but I will no longer watch her hurt my little brother.
Oliver throws him a sharp look.
- Stop calling me that. It's disgusting. Besides, I'm taller than you.
- But he is better built," Laura announces, winking at the older boy. Oliver is outraged. - Well what? In my eyes, he is more handsome than you. When you had longer hair with bangs, you looked like a chick. Even Matthew claimed you were prettier than I.
Erik bursts out laughing, at which the girl joins him.
- My brother is handsome in your eyes? Great," he turns to Laura, smiling mischievously. - And did you brag to him that you wear white polka dot panties? As far as I remember, you had them in every color. I have not forgotten how you left them after every visit to Matthew.
The smile goes out of her face.
- Did you sleep with a man who looks like Yoda? - Erik raises an eyebrow, clearly disappointed. - I lost interest in you.
His attention is caught by a red-haired girl, dressed in a short skirt and white sneakers. He sends her a roguish smile and when she pulls her hair back behind her ear, he understands that she is interested in him. He walks up to her.
Laura opens her mouth in indignation.
- In this way, I wanted to show you that my brother is the pick-up type. It's not worth it for you to get your head around him. The only person you should think well of is the boy we are about to go visit.
The girl smiles slightly. She is right. Simon was a special person and so far, no one can replace him, although he loves to fool around with Oliver's older brother.
- Oliver? I have something important to tell you," Sara announces as they approach her; however, the boy ignores her. He walks away. - What about him? - she turns to her friend. The girl shrugs her shoulders.
- It's Oliver. He always has his strange moods.
*
After returning from the cemetery, the girl enters her room and smiles with joy when she sees her favorite pink elephant wallpaper. Her father didn't change it, although she was terrified to do so. Victoria repeatedly tried to persuade him to redecorate and occupy this room, but still, he did not agree.
Sara is grateful to him for this.
She walks to the window when she notices that Oliver is turning back. He stands in front of the gate and with a motion of his hand shows her to be on the phone. Apparently, he has passed the insult and wants to talk to her.
She opens the window and smiles at him. He nods as a sign that he will.
- Oli! - She lies down on the windowsill and leans dangerously, when the squeaky voice of her foster sister reaches her ears. The yellow-haired hag runs out of the house and, chirping like the most beautiful bird, runs up to the boy.
Sara, until she tightens her lips in anger. Despite the distance, Oliver notices it. He is confused.
- Victoria, it's good to see you. I'd like to talk to you, but I'm rushing to get home. - Oliver always forces a fake smile in her presence. His father has taken a liking to him, which is why he doesn't intend to irritate him in any way. Being friendly with the fake sister is just part of the plan to suck up to Sara's family. Nevertheless, the girl doesn't like it.
- I see that you are sad. Was it my sister who put you in such a state again?
Sitting in the window, a teenage girl laughs nervously. She grabs her cell phone and, in a fit of anger, texts him a message.
"Talk to her a while longer, and you're dead."
Oliver takes his phone out of his pants pocket and puts his hand in his hair as he reads her threat. He prefers to comply.
- Victoria, we'll talk another day. I promise you. I have to go now. It's time-sensitive," he announces, then with a quick step he leaves. The blonde lifts her face and looks clearly indignant at her younger sister's window. She guesses that this is her doing.
Sara shows her tongue.
She leaves the window and sits down on the bed. She puts the phone down on the desk and grabs a framed photo of herself posing alongside her friends. Furthermore, she's lying on Oliver's back, Laura is biting Eric's shoulder while he's pulling on a strand of her hair, Matthew is looking at them with a raised eyebrow. And Julia is arranging herself for the photo at the last minute before he snaps the flash.
This is the first meeting where everyone got decently drunk.
- You are the only one missing here," she whispers, running her finger over the photograph. Her eyes glaze over. She lifts her face and smiles through her tears as he appears before her.
Alan stands in the corner of the room, looking at her with sadness in his eyes.
- You are suffering, aren't you? - She asks, but he smiles at her. - How long will you have to wander the world before you have peace?
He shrugs his shoulders helplessly.
- It only makes me happy to see you. I can't imagine the day when you will leave me for all eternity. I dread it.
He shakes his head, letting her know that she shouldn't. Sara rises from the bed and walks over to him. With tears in her eyes, she lifts her hand wanting to touch him, but suspends it in the air when she realizes it's unrealistic. She can't feel him, only see him.
- Someday the day will come when I will join you. We will all meet again in one place.
They smile at each other, as if this was going to be their last goodbye.