Impossible to Forget

by Imogen Clark

girl-in-every-port kind of bloke,

Hahahaha such a cute silly phrase

‘You’re so busy looking forward to what is to come that you’re missing what you have in the here and now.’

There was something about old friends, she thought, a special depth of understanding that you never quite managed to reach with friends made later in life. The people who knew you when you were learning to know yourself had a more honest picture. They’d seen you when you were not yet entirely formed, when your outer shell hadn’t quite sealed around you. As a result, there was less pretending. Friends like that would never let you get away with the stories that you could spin around yourself with newer people. And even though that could be scarily exposing, it was also good to be around them. You could skip past all that small talk and pleasantries stuff and cut straight to the heart of whichever matter needed to be discussed.

You got one spin on the merry-go-round. Surely it was a person’s responsibility to make their ride as exciting as they possibly could?

Imogen has showed us many times many ways how djfferently they all approach life - somewhat coming to a head here

That made her feel like a teenager, counting anniversaries month by month, but was there anything so very wrong with that? There hadn’t been time to behave like a teenager when she had been one. She had been too intent on where she was going and how quickly she could get there to be bothered with such trivialities.

Always a new stage of life around the corner that might be surprising and exciting

Now they were inside she could identify the tune as ‘The Only Way Is Up’, a song that had been in the charts the year they graduated and which they had danced round their grotty student digs to, singing the words as if they had been written specifically for them. Maggie had been so sure then that the only way truly was up. Now she knew better.

So interesting seeing the progression of each character and having their nostalgia so clear while I myself am out of college but not that old - interesting to be able to somewhat put myself in the shoes of Romany and the friends

‘Unrequited love,’ said Angie wistfully. ‘I don’t think you’re properly human if you don’t have at least one.

He was actually quite funny, she thought, with a dry, sharp sense of humour and, as they all warmed into the evening, Romany began to feel quite proud of him.

CUTE

Usually it annoyed Romany when people tried to tell her what her mum had been like, but somehow when Tiger did it she didn’t mind. It was probably because whatever he said about her was generally spot on.

Sweet

‘I find that if something is important to you, it has a way of staying in your memory,’ he said. ‘I love travelling, seeing new places, meeting new people, so when I do it, it would be pretty stupid of me to just forget everything I’d seen as soon as I left.’

As Leon played, the room stilled as the audience became completely caught in the spell of his music. Maggie let the tears trickle down her cheeks. She cried for her youth that was lost, for the dreams that had never quite come to fruition, for Leon’s wasted talent, for missed opportunities with Tiger. But most of all she cried for Angie, her least likely and yet her closest friend. How she would have loved to have been here, egging Leon on just as she had always done. Of all of them, Angie had always been the one who had most believed in his talents, in him. In fact, Maggie couldn’t think of anyone else who had tried to encourage Leon as much as Angie had, not even herself. God, she missed her so much that it was like a stabbing pain in her very core.

Sobbing

‘Thanks, Tiger,’ she said again, and he smiled back. His eyes were glistening, too.

Although Jax is her dad and Tiger/Angie were never serious he really is like a father to her now

Tiger shrugged. ‘Yeah. Sorry about that,’ he said. ‘I wish I had done, though.’ Maggie raised her eyes and found his and for a moment they shared a look heavy with meaning and regret. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I wish you had done too.’

Heart breaking; i guess many never get this chance for closure tho

but a flash of red and iridescent blue caught her eye. It was a peacock butterfly fluttering from flower to flower, a tiny buzz of vibrant colour against the pale background. Maggie had never believed in anything even vaguely supernatural, but maybe she could make an exception, just this once.

Tears