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Charlotte Webber, 26
Matt Polster, 29
::disclaimer::
all characters in this story are fictitous.
any resemblance to anyone in real life
is purely coincidental.
you have to read it from the bottom up
(this means from the first post to the most recent).
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Thursday, December 09, 2004
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At first she was running and panting hard. Her adrenaline was pumping and so was her woeful heart.
Walking down the pathway, Charlotte tried her best not to cry. But she could not help herself as she thought about what happened. Her feet just won't stop running away from everyone and everything. She needed space, time and solidarity to think about things.
She stopped at the end of the park and took in a deep breath. She bent down and cupped her knees. They were hurting from all the running.
The view was amazing as the dun began to set beneath the crystal blue horizon, creating the perfect tint of yellow melting beneath the blue sky. That magic moment… the moment of fond memories.
Was she a failure? Why were things like this? She couldn't explain them. The scenic view didn't help. It was where they spent their romantic times together and it hurt her so bad. Every memory ached in her heart and the tears didn't help much to soothe her soul.
"Charlotte?" someone called and she turned around and saw her mother's expression. She was worried.
"I'm fine... mom," she said, wiping her tears away. Charlotte's mother walked towards her and gave her a long hug.
"I know it hurts dear but you have to get over it. I'm sure he wants you to be happy too. You are important to him," her mother reminded her. Charlotte looked into her mother's concerned eyes and nodded.
"Let's go in and have something warm to drink," her mother encouraged as they walked back up towards their house.
Charlotte dug in her pocket and drew out a silver pendant. She opened it up and there it was. It was a picture of her and him… looking happy, a feeling that she hadn't felt for a very long time.
"Does life have to go on without you by my side?" Charlotte whispered softly to herself as she traced the picture of him. She could feel her tears rolling down her cheeks again. It was painful to let go and she kissed it once more before tucking it back into her pocket. She walked back down the hill. The cold winter breeze was unbearable but she could faintly hear his laughter in the chilly wind.
The house would not feel the same again. It was a wooden cottage that he built for them and her mother. They were happy together till it happened. The house was quaint and it was painted in her favourite colour, maple. It shone when the sun rose and when the sun set. They even had a fireplace where they often cuddled together when the weather turns awfully cold.
There was a swing which he built for them to enjoy the spring blooms and bask in the summer sun. It was also the place where they kissed, hugged and thought about their lives together.
Charlotte felt her legs grow weak and she had to sit down in the swing for a while to rest. She had been crying for a long time and her eyes were beginning to swell. She hadn't been eating well since it happened and she had fainting spells. She groaned painfully.
"Charlotte? Charlotte? Are you ok?" her mother called as she rushed out when she heard the cries. Her mother's warm embrace made everything felt worse. It was similar to holding him... and they were on the swing.
"Everything's not going to be the same," Charlotte sobbed, "he's gone... forever."
and the story continues
on...