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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, May 26, 2005
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After Charlotte realised what she was doing, she pulled away from Matt and stepped back. She folded her arms across her chest and looked away from him.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that," Charlotte said shyly, "I think I should go." With that she took her stuff and was about to leave when Matt stopped her.
"Charlotte, please don't be silly. You shouldn't be sorry about it. You know that we both wanted it because we like each other. Why run away?" Matt asked.
"Because it's wrong. I shouldn't be doing this... not when my fiance..." Charlotte caught herself before she rambled on too much until it really hurt her.
"You have a fiance?!" Matt gasped, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, "Since when did you have a fiance?"
Charlotte knew that by this time, everyone was confused and upset. "No no no, I mean I used to have a fiance but... he's gone. BUT that does not mean that I've moved on..." Charlotte sighed and decided to be honest, "He is the person I was trying to forget for months."
Matt didn't know if he should sigh for relief or be worried because Charlotte was still thinking about him. "How did you lose him?"
Charlotte sat down and wiped her palms across her face, "I lost him in an accident. It was perfect, like all nights but when he... he..." Charlotte started to cry. Matt felt so guilty that he went over and offered Charlotte his shoulder which she took to and leant against his strong body.
"It's ok if you don't wanna tell me what happened," Matt answered, seeing Charlotte's reaction to it, "I understand how hard it is to forget something that happened to you which affected your whole life. I've been running away from something too that I can never forget even though I want to."
Charlotte looked at Matt and somehow realised that somehow fate brought two people who have been having inward battles all their lives together. Charlotte thought that Matt would be the one that she could regurgitate her pain to and she might just feel better.
"No, let me share it with you. It might make it easier to forget and move on," Charlotte finally answered as she slipped her hand underneath Matt's as he looked endearingly into her eyes.
***
(flashback)
"It's a great day today..." Dylan sang as he entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Charlotte, "With a beautiful girl... all my hope in the world... is Toooddaaayy!"
Charlotte laughed, "Stop singing already. You're making the song sound terrible."
Dylan smirked and kissed her passionately, "Whatever you say, my wife to be." Charlotte rolled her eyes and playfully pinched his nose.
As they had breakfast Dylan told Charlotte about his new breed of orchids he discovered and how he was going to get it back from the research labs later. With every word he uttered about his new discovery, Charlotte realised how much passion and dedication had for his work.
"I named it after you, Charlotte. That's why it was a success... I'm going to bring it home and offer it to your mother as a form of dowry," Dylan teased.
"Dear... you don't need a dowry. Besides, Mom loves you and she can't wait for you to be part of the family. But more importantly, I love you," Charlotte said, placing her hand on Dylan's.
"I love you too honey, forever and ever even though I die, I'll still love you," Dylan said.
"Quit saying that you'll die. You know I hate it when you say that," Charlotte growled.
Dylan went over to Charlotte's seat and draped his arms around her, "Oh I'm sorry honey... I promise I won't say it anymore. Don't be angry ok? If not, you'll have wrinkles and I don't wanna marry an old woman!"
Charlotte turned around and tried to tickle Dylan but he managed to wrap her up and kiss her again.
"Stop it, you're so kissy... you better get back to the lab. It's nearly ten," Charlotte said as she led Dylan out to the porch. Dylan pulled Charlotte upclose and leaned in for one more kiss... or what it would be their one last kiss.
"I miss you already honey," Dylan said as he touched the corner of Charlotte's face.
"I'll make dinner and wait for you to get home... as usual," Charlotte said as he made Dylan go off. She watched as the car go off and somehow felt a longing that she never felt before.
and the story continues
on...