The Rose's Thorns
Disclaimer: I don't own Holes or any of it's characters, and I don't own Annabel Lee.
Trout's eyes foucused on her. She wouldn't dare leave. They stood before her, begging her... She couldn't escape. Not now.
Not after everything. She couldn't die. She was leaving him wanting so much...
Sometimes love is stupid, but so was Trout Walker.
Pain surged through her body. Her life was fading; she was so fragile and weak. She'd be with Sam, and that's all she wanted. She didn't care about the people in front of her; for all she cared they could die digging. Especially him. She laughed, she laughed and laughed.
She laughed until it was over.
Roses have thorns, but they are beautiful. So was Kate Barlow.
He clenched his fists, hardening the tears. He couldn't cry in front of her; but he, so badly, wanted to release all the tradgedy, and all the rage. It couldn't be happening, but it was. Everything flashed before him: Her words, her angering words. The dark lake, and her unforgiving eyes watching him as the shot that would kill the one she loved most was fired, the times he was with her when she needed him most. They were all there; the memories. He wondered if she remembered him, too.
It might have just been the end of the war between Katherine Barlow and Trout Walker.
But he'd remember; his entire life, he'd remember.