Photographs and Memories
Photographs and Memories
Author Note: Please take a look at the lyrics for Jason Reeve's song Photographs and Memories to better understand why I placed something in the story. You can search for the lyrics or take a listen to the songs by viewing Jason's offical Myspace page.
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It had been two weeks since Claire had heard the news of Charlie's death. She hadn't completely gotten over the shock of it all and at times she half expected him to burst though the door with his cheeky smile and British accent telling her some funny joke. It didn't feel real. Charlie was very much alive in her heart, yet Claire knew she would never see him again. It was something she didn't understand and a part of her didn't want to think of where he could be, his body floating somewhere in the endless ocean.
Kate had walked into camp a few days ago and handed Claire a ring she had found in Aaron's cradle back on the beach. Along with the ring she had also given Claire a wallet.
"It's what I found of Charlie's," she said, "I thought you might like to have it."
Claire didn't know what to expect as she held the ring in her hand. Charlie had never once taken it off. It was liked some prized passion that reminded him of the life he was once lived.
"He must have known he was going to die," she suddenly realized.
She began to look through the wallet, looking for a trace of the man she once hardly knew, but loved with her all heart. She found some Australian dollars, a business card of some record producer, credit cards, a worn out photo of a man with a woman at his side and a small little girl in his arms, and a driver's license. Claire took the license out and fingered the picture of Charlie, tears falling down her face.
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It had been a month since Claire had heard the news of Charlie's death. She kept his ring on an old chain around her neck and the driver's license with his picture at her bedside to ease the sadness and pain.
Searching through the house one morning, Claire found a box of colored markers. At first she didn't think anything of them and placed box back into the drawer. But when an empty wall in the hallway caught her eye, an idea flashed into her mind.
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It had been six weeks since Claire had heard the news of Charlie's death. She writes on the wall of her house in various colors using the markers she had found. She writes of memories she shared with Charlie and it keeps her mind away from missing him.
"I need you back," one line reads at the corner by the bedroom door, "I need your smile, I need your eyes, I need you dear."