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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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Saturday, April 16, 2005
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Charlotte was standing outside her balcony tending to her bonsai plants and the orchids that she brought back from the country. She was a botanist along with him and they were spending a lot of time in the countryside to research on plants and researching on ways to cross pollinate and breed new plants. Everything Charlotte knew was not just from her studies but it was also from his expert teaching and practice did she learn the techniques and skills of true botany.
Every time Charlotte tends to their plants, it made her think of the fun times they had and how he made her stronger and how she missed having him around. Charlotte picked up her garden tools and looked at her beautiful bonsai.
"I miss you so much. Where are you?" she whispered to herself.
"Charlotte?"
Charlotte turned around and saw her mother calling. She quickly stopped thinking about him and wiped her tears from her eyes.
"I'm going out for a while. Will you be okay on your own?" Mrs Webber asked.
"Sure. Where are you going?" Charlotte asked.
Mrs. Webber hesitated for a moment and then replied, "I'm off to... to walk around the town." Charlotte smiled and nodded.
"Remember to have your dinner," her mother reminded her, "and don't think about it any more ok?" Mrs Webber kissed her daughter on the forehead before leaving the house with stacks of papers.
As Charlotte cleaned up on the balcony, she realised that she was out of fertisliers and netting. She decided to go shop around town before grabbing dinner for herself. As she slipped on a comfortable top and fushia skirt, she grabbed her keys on the coffee table. She then spotted a few pieces of paper in which there were drawings similar to a layout of a home or shop. There were also phone numbers of a few men on the other pieces of paper. Charlotte wondered what her mother was up to but decided that she'll let her mother tell her at her own time.
Charlotte walked down the evening streets trying to look for a decent place which sells gardening supplies. As she walked down the pavements, she kept thinking about how she would not need to care about the shortage of supplies because he would always remind her that once every month they had to make a trip uptown to get supplies for their home. He always knew what to buy and made sure they bought just enough for the month. His smile when they hit the stores for supplies, his laugh when tickled by Charlotte's little jokes.
Charlotte closed her eyes and hugged herself. She needed that little laughter again to relief herself of the pain. It's been so long but to her, he was still around and he meant more to her than anything in the world.
"I'm here to get supplies. Not to think about him. Please help me forget," she thought to herself. She need to start anew. That was why she moved into town in the first place. If this wasn't going to help her... she didn't know what would help her.
When she was almost giving up the search for her supplies when she finally saw an the outskirts of the town where they sold beautiful flowers and a wide range of gardening supplies that could last Charlotte an entire year!
"Finally! Some where decent for me to shop," Charlotte said.
She walked into the shop and gazed at all the stuff there. She remembered how he looked at every product and thought about their plants. He would then think how it would enhance their plants before he would even consider paying for them. However, Charlotte realised that he wasn't here anymore and she needed to be on her own now. Her plants need her and she wasn't going to cry about losing him anymore.
"I'll take these and..." she said and grabbed a few more packets of seeds from the shelves, "and these too. Thanks."
Charlotte was going to pay for the stuff when she saw someone familiar talking to what seems the owner of the shop. They were in a heated negotiation and it sure sounded important.
"My daughter needs the best. You must understand that!" the person said.
"I know... but this is too little to ask and I need more than this. You can't just expect me to agree to something so big so fast!" the owner said.
Charlotte decided to walk closer and see what was going on. As she moved closer to them, she finally saw who it was... it was her mother.
"Mom?" Charlotte called, "Is that you?"
Then, her mother turned around in shock. She wasn't expecting to see Charlotte here.
"Hey honey. Why did you come here?" Mrs Webber asked.
Charlotte answered, "I was shopping for some stuff and..."
"... ah since you're here," the owner said, "tell me if this deal for your new shop is your idea because I don't think this is what I should be agreeing to."
Charlotte gasped, "My new shop?"
The owner seemed surprised that Charlotte didn't know about it.
"Hooper..." Mrs Webber stopped the owner from talking and turned to her daughter, "Charlotte honey, I'll explain everything to you in a bit. Let me settle things with Mr Hooper first. Please."
Charlotte was still stunned and just nodded. She had to trust her mother on this because she didn't know what was going on. "Ok... I'll pay for my stuff and I'll wait for you out front."
As Charlotte turned and walk... she could not help feeling her mother was up to something and she stumbled on it too early.
and the story continues
on...