Constantine: Britain's Story Part 2
E.L. Stevens

I’d even have the perfect love story too. Matthias and I would be living out our dreams, together, just like we were always meant to. Our love story would be beautiful and romantic, like star crossed lovers who finally got their happily ever after.
But I can’t forget Liam Millar. I spent six weeks with him. That’s it. Six weeks and I was ready to give him everything. I thought he was my everything.
Now it’s been six weeks since I’ve heard his voice. Six weeks since I’ve seen his face or felt his warmth. His departure from my life was swift and abrupt, he left me just as quickly as he’d swept me away. Too bad the memories won’t do the same. If I could just forget him, I know I’d be better.
My memories of him are starting to slip away, like passing through a sieve. I’m forgetting what he smelled like. I’m forgetting the feel of his hand on my leg or my cheek on his chest. All the small, mundane details of our life are drifting away from me, and yet, the painful last moments of our time together remain. My mind is cruel like that.
The feel of a ring, sliding off my finger…The way my voice wouldn’t work to ask him not to leave…The feeling of weightlessness as my body fell to the floor. That’s what my consciousness has held on to. The painful pieces. Maybe in time, they’ll fade too, but there’s a part of me that knows — I’ll never forget Liam Millar. He’s a weight in my bones. I’ll take him with me everywhere I go.