“Arthur! Are you ready?” My mom shouted from downstairs. As usual, like in old times, I was constantly reminded of time, since they said that I always lose track of time. What only makes this different is the person I was staring at in the mirror. I am no longer the teenage boy who will act dumb and brainless. I was still the Arthur they know, but this time… this Arthur lives in a different house and place. We moved to another place right after I graduated. They say that it will be for my own sanity and that will help me heal and forget about what happened. They are wrong. I am still thinking about Heather, she will forever be part of me. When she died? A part of me died at that time. It feels like I have lost something in me, maybe a piece of me. That is how I felt and I will forever carr
