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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, January 05, 2006
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The next morning, Mrs Webber was making breakfast as Luke came into the kitchen and looked the fridge. Mrs Webber watched as Luke was getting comfortable in the house. Somehow she felt that his presence was ruining the whole idea of her having a future son-in-law like Matt.
"Wow... what are you cooking? Smells good," Luke asked as he peered into the pan.
Mrs Webber forced a smile, "Oh, just some bacon and eggs. You want some?" Luke smiled and nodded.
As she served him a plate, she watched as Luke praised her cooking as usual, "You're the best cook. I missed your food so much," Luke said. Somehow Mrs Webber just felt that it was rather contrived.
"So have you really decide to just help out at our shop now?" Mrs Webber asked, "Or are you just waiting for another project?"
Luke took a bite off his breakfast and shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I'm just winging everything now. Well, Charlotte looks as though she needs some help around the shop... she looks really drained out by all the work and everything else."
Mrs Webber sighed, she wondered if Charlotte told Luke everything that happened and if Luke honestly wanted to be just friends with Charlotte again. Somehow her mother's instincts told her otherwise but she couldn't just do anything without any basis.
"Is Charlotte up yet?" Luke asked and shook Mrs Webber out of her thoughts. Mrs Webber shrugged as she decided to check on her daughter. As she opened the door, she saw Charlotte sprawled on the bed and staring into space again.
"Charlotte? Why aren't you coming out for breakfast?" Mrs Webber asked as she sat down beside her daughter.
Charlotte sighed, "I'm suppose to decide if I am to forgive Matt today. I'm suppose to meet him at the park if I am ready to forgive him for everything."
Mrs Webber sighed, "Charlotte do you want to know what I really think?"
Charlotte sat up and shrugged, "Mom, you've been telling me so many times to forgive him. Is that what you're gonna say again?"
Mrs Webber smiled and shook her head, "No. I'm just telling you that I saw the exact same face when Dylan wanted to move into the countryside and you were addicted to the city life. I saw the look when you were deciding between your love for him and your comfort zone. This is the look I'm seeing now."
Charlotte thought about what her mother just said. Indeed, she was living in the comfort zone of transparancy and how everything is just laid on the table... but life isn't like that. Life has many facets and somehow life doesn't show all of it's cards at one go. No matter how hard she tries, she can never have a truly honest opinion about someone. Everyone has something to hide in their lives... she was also hiding the pain, the anguish and the undying love she had for Dylan.
Charlotte forced a smile and reached out to hug her mother, "Thanks Mom. I guess everything's much clearer now."
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Matt woke up exceptionally early and took out his best casual outfit. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled. He felt confident and happy. Somehow he was confident that he was going to see the love of his life... though he didn't really know what was going through Charlotte's mind.
Many times throughout the night he felt like just calling her on the phone and asking if she was alright or if not it would be resisting the urge to bike down to her house and see her face once more. But when Matt closed his eyes, he could sense her presence and it was bittersweet.
Matt took one last look at the ring box as he tucked it in his jeans pocket. He gave it one last pat before heading off to the park on his bike. The wind in his face, the sun smiling down on him... everything was perfect except for the presence of Charlotte. He never felt so alive before... then again, he had never been so deeply in love with someone before. He somehow felt that the heavens were bringing him and Charlotte together.
As he parked his bike and made his way down the path to the place where he met Charlotte for the first time. He could still remember her face when they bumped into each other. He could still remember how pretty she looked though they were arguing till the cows came home...
He found himself so deeply in love with her. He knew that this was the time... the time to make her his.
and the story continues
on...