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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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Friday, December 30, 2005
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It's been a week since the wedding and Charlotte has been occupying herself with work and with household chores. She has not spoken much about her feelings or Matt. All she did was to talk to her mother about work. Mrs Webber also didn't have the heart to ask Charlotte about her feelings. She thought about how long Charlotte took to forget Dylan and how she was on drugs to make her forget about things. Mrs Webber didn't want the things to repeat again.
Charlotte just emerged from her room and slumped onto the dining table for breakfast. Mrs Webber was just toasting the bread when she took a sneak peek at her daughter. Her eyes were still red... she had been crying, again. Charlotte just sat quietly on the table staring into space she sipped on her tea.
"Want jam or butter with your toast, Charlotte?" Mrs Webber asked as she set the plates onto the table.
"Jam please," Charlotte said without looking at her mother.
As Mrs Webber sat the plates on the table she sighed, "Charlotte, do you want to talk about it?"
Charlotte just shook her head, "There is nothing to talk about anyway. Oh yes there is..." Mrs Webber thought finally her daughter would be coming through with something, "Mrs Lockley's arrangement needs more daisies and baby's breath. We need to..."
Mrs Webber groaned, "Charlotte. I need you to talk to me. I don't want you to bottle everything up. It hurts me as much as it hurts you." Charlotte didn't look at her mother but she started to tear.
"Mom, I'll be fine. See you at the shop," Charlotte said as she turned her back and left the house. She didn't even touch her food.
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Matt tucked his hands into his pocket. He didn't know why he was walking but he was. He needed to see Charlotte and he needed to talk to her and not argue. He just hoped that the week might have calmed her down. He forced himself not to think about Charlotte and resisted the urge to call her once he got back to town. He had been immersing himself in work and beer until today.
As he approached Charlotte's shop, he saw her silently preparing to open her shop. She still looked so beautiful but he noticed she was sullen. Matt's heart wrenched, he knew he'd hurt her so much. If only she'd give him a chance to explain himself.
As Charlotte opened the doors to her shop, she saw Matt standing out there. She wanted to run but Matt grab hold of her hand, "Charlotte please let me speak to you... I don't want you to say anything. Just listen to what I have to say."
Charlotte turned back and folded her arms, "You have a minute."
Matt took in a deep breath and told her all about his past in a nutshell and why he had been running and how he didn't mean to hide it from her. He had enough of women liking him just because of his status and he wanted someone who truly loved him for him... besides, being an artist will always be his life and not the son of the lord of Eisenberg.
"Charlotte, I love you. If not I wouldn't be standing here trying to make things right with you. If you can forgive me and love me, come find me at the park and I'll know that you forgave me," Matt said before he tried to reach for Charlotte's hand but Charlotte retracted her hand and stepped back from him.
"I hope to see you tomorrow, Charlotte," Matt said before he watched her walk back into the shop. Matt never felt his heart break so badly before. As he turned to walk away, he saw Charlotte's mother.
"Matt, she loves you a lot. Just let her have some time to sort out her feelings," Mrs Webber said as she placed a comforting hand on Matt's shoulder.
"Thanks Mrs Webber. I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys about my family... it's just that I'm not really proud of my past. I just want to be an artist but my parents... they are just too concerned with upholding the name of our family and all. I just want to be me..." Matt said.
"Oh honey, everyone has skeletons in their closet. I don't blame you. I just hope Charlotte would just get that in her head. She's just really uptight about lies... she's too innocent for the world. She'll somehow come around... and I hope it's soon" Mrs Webber sighed, "You better go back and take a rest. I'll see if I can talk her around."
Matt thanked Mrs Webber as he watched her walk into the shop. He sighed, some things are just better left unsaid and he prayed silently that she might somehow appear tomorrow at the park.
and the story continues
on...