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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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Monday, May 09, 2005
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Charlotte sat back in the storeroom filled with wine that they were going to serve for the opening day. She sat back and heaved a sigh, thinking about what everyone said about her. She could not help but feel like she was the lowest thing on earth. She lost a loved one, found back a great companion & friend as well as met a new mysterious yet charming man that made her feel whole again.
What was wrong with that equation? She could not figure it out. She looked around the storeroom and found the cordless phone lying at a corner. Her mother must have used it and forgot that it was there. She pick it up and tried to call Matt...
***
"You sound upset, Matt," Eva said, "Tell me what's wrong."
Matt sighed and wiped his weary face with his palms, "Nothing. I'm just really tired of everything."
"You shouldn't be... not when your art is being recognised elsewhere. They are asking for a few more of your works. They are returning in a couple of weeks to view it. They are big clients, Matt. You cannot be tired out now," Eva encouraged.
Matt forced a smile. Eva was a very good business woman and she always made Matt's day - if it's not with her beauty and choice of sexy outfits then it was the way she always made some money for him. Why couldn't he be attracted to Eva as much as he was to Charlotte - an unattainable person?
"Thanks for the wake up call Eva. I will press on," Matt replied.
"Good. You can start working now... I'll come by with dinner. I bet you hadn't had a morsel of food yet," Eva said.
"You know me rather well Eva," Matt said, trying to sound happy.
***
Charlotte couldn't believe Matt's phone was engaged? Was he trying to avoid her because he thinks that Luke was her boyfriend? Charlotte tried again and again but it was his machine. Charlotte realised the missed him... and she might never get the chance to say that to him again. She screwed everything up... or rather fate was not on her side.
Charlotte threw the phone to a corner and started to weep. She was so hurt that it brought memories of Dylan back into her mind. She felt her heart break yet again.
"Charlotte? Charlotte honey are you there? You've been in there for nearly twenty minutes!" Mrs Webber called from outside.
"I need to be alone!" Charlotte said through her sobs.
"Charlotte, talk to me. Don't just keep yourself in there!" Mrs Webber said. Charlotte stood up and opened the door.
"I just want to go home and rest. I'll be fine," Charlotte said, tears were still streaming down her eyes, "See you back home."
As she left the shop, she felt guilty leaving her mother clueless about everything but she needed to go back and find her medication... her form of release that she hadn't touch in a long while. She needed to sleep... for a long long time and attempt to remove the pain.
***
Matt heard the phone ring a couple of times while he was in the shower but he assumed that it was Eva calling to ask what he would like for dinner, so he decided to call her back after his long bath to try to forget about Charlotte. As he came out of the shower, he realised the calls were not from Eva... but Charlotte who called him three times from her shop.
"Shit!" Matt said as he threw his fist against the wall. They just barely missed each other and they were missing each other so much already.
and the story continues
on...