Basically, the question was about your treasured memory (2021 Edexcel
paper) but i am going to adapt it to the question in the real thing!!
Upon waking to the ambrosial scent of morning coffee, a flood of
unforgettable memories reverberated through my mind.
Forgotten. Forsaken. Forlorn.
Ominously, a strip of sepulchral murkiness — dressed in a gown of ever-
changing hues and speckled with heavenly bodies — spread its sinister
mystique across the sky. Careless clouds, nature’s drifting canvases,
brushed the heavens with whispers of wind, consuming the angelic remnants
of hope with ease! Collages of graphite-toned gloom crowded my vision,
forcing me to endure the oppressive weight of their presence. Then —
suddenly — a glistening ray of light pierced the haze, slicing through the
agitation of claustrophobic, smoky gas.
Darkness crept closer.
Disturbingly, towering, skeletal streetlamps loomed above their frail,
unwitting victims below. With relentless force, a torrent of water slammed
against rusted metal; the rattling chains flickering like sunshine struggling
through clouds. The pecan bark of gnarled trees twisted like cloaks around
their trunks, concealing secrets in their shadowy folds.
Darkness crept even closer.
Splintered, solitary benches stood like forgotten sentinels, frozen in time —
present, yet unwatchful : their presence a quiet weight. The cobbled square,
bombarded by the ghosts of footsteps past, etched a trail of silent trauma in
every tile.
Unceremoniously, a figure entered — not so much walking as gliding through
the melancholic air like a wild boar loose in a ballroom. It was alone - utterly
alone.
Is this who I think it is?
No. It can't be.
My seated heart knocked against the prison of my ribs. A pandemonium of
panic raced through my ears. Sweat trickled like waterfalls across my pale
skin.
Darkness crept closer once again.
A cacophony of hallucinatory sounds swirled around me, echoing through the
desolate air. My pupils dilated. Eyelids thickened. My breath turned erratic —
gasping, grasping for scraps of clean air. Goosebumps erupted across my
skin.
He stepped into the light.
Lustrous, lengthy hair flowed like a serene river, each strand a shimmering
current reflecting the lamplight. Piercing brown eyes scanned me like a
foreign barcode, their gaze disarming; in unison with the fading of my
goosebumps His physical form was sculpted — a Roman god clad in
shadows. Chiseled chest, powerful arms — he radiated something unearthly,
contrasting with the solemnness emitted from Satan himself. Voluptuous
muscles stretch out like a nutritious tree sheathed in newborn buds.
Darkness began to retreat.
Tattooed skin, an orchestra of inked stories, wrapped him in mystery. Then,
with a calm assertiveness, he extended a gloved hand to mine, its warmth
disarming.
“Here. Take it,” he said — sternly, but not unkindly.
The world steadied. My breath evened. Color returned to my face.
Inhaling deeply, I filled my lungs with air tinged with hope. A smile found its
way to my face — like a mask concealing a storm still rumbling within.
Then morning broke.
Collages of saffron and gold melted away the remnants of night. The sun —
heaven’s eye — cast golden rays over my skin, once cold, now kissed by
light. Trees unfurled like angels in bloom; their branches draped with fresh
blossoms. The angelic remains of hope made their triumphant return: it was
almost like they were never gone. I clutched the glove, the only thing left of
him.
Elated. Alive.
His arms wrapped around me one final time — long, warm, safe — like a
blanket of reassurance. My worries dissolved. My fears forgotten.
And until my final breath escapes and the last heartbeat fades into silence,
I will carry this memory with me.
