|
|
::archives::
09 December 2004
10 December 2004
11 December 2004
15 January 2005
20 January 2005
14 April 2005
16 April 2005
18 April 2005
19 April 2005
20 April 2005
21 April 2005
22 April 2005
25 April 2005
26 April 2005
27 April 2005
28 April 2005
29 April 2005
02 May 2005
03 May 2005
04 May 2005
05 May 2005
08 May 2005
09 May 2005
10 May 2005
11 May 2005
13 May 2005
14 May 2005
17 May 2005
19 May 2005
23 May 2005
25 May 2005
26 May 2005
29 May 2005
04 June 2005
11 June 2005
15 June 2005
03 December 2005
04 December 2005
05 December 2005
07 December 2005
08 December 2005
10 December 2005
12 December 2005
13 December 2005
15 December 2005
16 December 2005
17 December 2005
18 December 2005
19 December 2005
20 December 2005
21 December 2005
22 December 2005
23 December 2005
24 December 2005
25 December 2005
26 December 2005
27 December 2005
28 December 2005
29 December 2005
30 December 2005
31 December 2005
01 January 2006
02 January 2006
03 January 2006
05 January 2006
11 January 2006
13 January 2006
13 February 2006
16 January 2008
17 January 2008
11 March 2008
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
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).
::credits::
images courtesy of imagebank
(c) all rights reserved
Jasmine Shanea Creatives email
::tagboard::
| Powered by TagBoard Message Board |
Friday, December 10, 2004
***
"We are still together honey. You will get over this soon enough," her mother consoled her, "we will get over this together, as a family but now just cry everything out. You'll feel better."
Charlotte just cried and as memories flashed through her mind, the tears just seem to wipe the pain away... slowly but surely.
"This will be all over... some day, some how," Charlotte thought to herself.
"I've made you some meatballs and spaghetti. It's your favourite," Charlotte's mother said, trying to make the situation more bearable for her daughter, "I've also made some pudding for dessert. Have some before you take some medication and rest."
Charlotte forced a smile and sat down at the dinner table and her mother served up the warm meal. Charlotte just stared into space and twirled the spaghetti round her fork without even getting a bite.
"Charlotte? Why aren't you eating anything?" her mother asked after a while. Charlotte woke up from her daze and tried to pop the overloaded fork into her mouth but she almost choked on the load of spaghetti.
Her mother immediately came to her rescue and brought her a glass of warm water. "Drink up... are you alright?" she asked. Charlotte gulped down the water and took a moment to catch her breath.
"I'm fine mother. I was not really concentrating. That's all," Charlotte replied, "The spaghetti is good though." Her mother smiled, "Don't get all flattery on me. You need to finish that up along with the dessert, take your medication and rest."
Charlotte ate just a quarter of the meal and took out the pills from her drawer. Her doctor prescribed the pills to let her get over the traumatic experiences and her irregular meal intakes. Her mother coaxed her to rest and sleep the day off, so she would not think about the things that would hurt her the most... him.
She looked around the bedroom. It sure feels different without him lying next to her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear before she dozed off to sleep in his arms. She lay down and brushed the linen and gently touched the pillow that he always slept on. His scent still lingers on the sheets and even on the pillows. When Charlotte closed her eyes, she could still feel him close.
"I miss you. You mean so much to me and I wonder how long I would take to forget you," she thought.
That whole encounter was ten months ago. Charlotte forced herself to move on...
and the story continues
on...