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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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Sunday, May 29, 2005
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Matt looked down at Charlotte's hand. She was grabbing his left hand so hard that his knuckles were almost turning white. Matt slowly tried to pull his hand out from her grasp while trying to calm her down.
"Why don't I get you something to drink? Your lips are cracking," Matt said as he stood up to head to the kitchen. Charlotte didn't want to be left alone and followed him while grabbing hold of Matt's hand again.
"I'm not going to run away, silly girl," Matt replied, brushing Charlotte's stray fringe to the back of her ear, "I'm just going to get you some warm water."
Charlotte backed away a little while Matt handed her a glass of water, "I'm sorry, it's just that I've never told any one else about this... other than my mother of course. It's just that... I never knew how to say it," she explained while taking sips from the glass.
Matt pulled Charlotte closer and embraced her in his strong arms, "You don't need to continue if you don't want to. All I want to know is that you're here and you're safe."
Charlotte felt his genuine love and rested her head on his chest. She could hear his fast heartbeat... it was similar to what she experienced that very moment she saw what happened to Dylan. "I never thought that day would arrive..." she murmured.
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(flashback)
Charlotte just finished tending to her garden when she realised it was nearly dusk and Dylan wasn't home yet. It was unusual because Dylan didn't like to drive back to the countryside when it was dark. Charlotte walked out to the main road to see if she could catch a glimpse of Dylan's vehicle.
Instead, she saw someone walking at the other side of the road, carrying something in hand. Charlotte immediately knew it was Dylan and something was wrong. Charlotte dropped everything and starting running over to Dylan.
"Car trouble 2 miles up," Dylan called back to Charlotte when he saw her, "I walked home."
"Are you alright?" Charlotte shouted about a mile away. She noticed Dylan smiling and nodding as he saw her running towards her but his face suddenly looked as though he saw a ghost.
"Charlotte watch out!" Dylan shouted as he dashed towards Charlotte. There was a car driving at a high speed towards her and she didn't even see it because she was so engrossed in Dylan. Charlotte turned and saw the car. She screamed as Dylan reached over and pushed her aside. Charlotte fell but she saw the car try to dodge from where she was but it still managed to hit Dylan and fling him towards the other side of the road.
"Dylan!" Charlotte screamed but she couldn't move. She twisted her ankle and it was in pain. Charlotte noticed the driver stop the car for a moment and she wanted to call out to the driver to help them. Instead of heeding their cries, the driver sped off even before Charlotte could remember anything about the car or the driver because all she could think of was Dylan's condition.
"Dylan..." Charlotte weakly called out as she dragged herself up to walk over to reach him. By the time she got close enough, Dylan was breathing heavily and his head was bleeding profusely because he hit it against a rock.
"You're bleeding. I need to get you to the hospital. You'll be fine," Charlotte said, trying to hold back her tears.
Dylan's eyes were dilating and he was shivering. "Don't... bother Charlotte. I just... want to be with you," he said as he painfully reached out his hand towards her and she took a hold of it.
Charlotte couldn't control it any longer and started to cry, "You can't die on me Dylan. You can't. I need you..."
Dylan tried to smile to make Charlotte not cry, "I... love... you... always." Charlotte felt Dylan's grasp loosen from hers and she watch as his breathing turned from painful to his one last release.
"Dylan..." Charlotte sobbed painfully, "I'll love you forever."
and the story continues
on...