User blog:Chimpurin/Memory

This story is inspired by song "See You Again" by Charlie Puth ft. Wiz Khalifa :) Might be a very long story, tho.

Enjoy!

Johanna Parris is a determinated journalist, her dedication to report the best of the news is very strong, beating the other journalist. The camera she always brings everywhere with her is like a best friend, it contains all of the memories she has ever since she was a children. She can just switch her old camera to a new one, a more fancy and modern, but Johanna can't do it. Aside from the camera, there is something that she always carries in her pocket; a photo of her and her only son. Johanna is a loving mother for her husband and her children, and despite being busy with her carrier, she never forget about her family. Every time she gets home from her job, the first thing she will always do is to hug her children. She also never forget about her one and only husband, Anderson. Her family isn't a huge one, but they always together. She loves everyone in her family, she cares for them greatly. Sadly, those good old days never last for her family... A single letter on a cold snowy night changes everything. Her family is now only consisting of her, her husband, and her daughter Olivia. Her dearest son goes missing, but the "missing" word actually hides a more twisted meaning; he is kidnapped before his sixteenth birthday. When it happens, Johanna can only cry for days. She doesn't know what will those bastards do to her son, nor knows where he is now. But Johanna can't just keep crying, she knows it won't bring her son back. So, for five years long she keeps focusing on finding him, or at least trying to do so. She never wants any other person get involved with her in the search, Johanna has decided to take all of the matters in her own hands. Her decision is right, after all. As she is trying to find an informant who has relationship with the organised crime, someone catches her attention. A youngster with all black suit with long black tench coat draped over his shoulders, sitting all alone under the bright afternoon's sun. She decides to approach him. He is a quiet, but a gentle one, not only that, he looks a lot like her missing son. Of course, longing so deep to see her son again even for just once, she tries to talk with him. How ironic, her kindness is the thing that almost took her life away. The memories of meeting the youngster still fresh inside her mind. It isn't a good one, sadly. The youngster whom she meet a year ago is actually an assassin, sent by the Mafia to kill her. Stabbed in the nape using a needle, Johanna can't do nothing but to regretting the decision to approach him. Lucky for her, the stab wound isn't lethal. But the thing that torment her the most are... The memories. The memories of her son, which are lingering inside her mind as she desperately trying to reach out for him. Desperately reaching for the one who has stabbed her without thinking twice. Johanna, after all, is too kind. She is too compassionate. Too kind for someone who is too tainted as him. It actually touches his heart. Much to his surprise, tears are falling. He cries silently for her. Crying for the one he has stabbed. The black haired woman stops thinking as she clutches the tail of his coat with her remaining strength, wishes at least the youngster notices her as his own mother. Beads of tears falling from her emerald green eyes, she apologises to him for her weakness. It doesn't happen at all, Johanna can only closes her eyes as she recalls the happy moments of her family. To Be Continued