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It was a warm sunny day. To everyone everywhere except to myself, right
here right now. Standing over her grave, memorable days and a love I'll
never forget wash through me. As if she was standing right here. I know the
sun is shining now, but I can't feel any warmth. The sunlight passes right
through me, and I am left in utter darkness. The wind rustling in the trees
wakes me from these thoughts. It almost sounded like she was saying my
name.
I can hear her whisper, "Christian..."
I hear her beautiful soft voice. The way it was before she regressed.
"Someday," I think, "I'll find a cure." I can't let this happen to anyone
else. She made of lived all her dreams, but my only wish is to have her
back again, safe in my arms. Enough! If I go on like this, I'll never get
home.
I carefully place the white and red roses near the tomb stone. I can't
believe really she's gone. The bohemian beliefs call me back to the world
in which I live to keep me away from this awful gloom.
"Hold on," I say to myself as I turn and slowly retreat. I wish it didn't
have to be like this. I wish I could have her for one more night. One more
day, but then again, what good would that do? None, it would just leave me
wishing for one more day with her.
Thoughts of Zidler, The Duke of Monroth, and even Toulouse enter my mind. Things they said, things they did. I don't know what to do. I can hear them now, "I don't like people touching my things....The show must go on....The greatest thing you will ever learn is to love and to be loved in return..." That's what it says on her stone...
It was almost as beautiful as she was. The way the light and shadow affected her tombstone reminded me of that first night, convincing her of my love. I wish sometimes that it had never happened, but then her last words break my train of thoughts, "Christian, tell our story."
I did tell our story! I did! And it took all the strength I had! Oh, I wish I could die. No, not even that! I wish I had never existed! Love is now nothing I can hope to have, to hold; it will be forever out of my grasp!
I think I'd leave Paris, if she wasn't still here....
So, what do ya think? Never mind, I don't wanna know. I am not updating this. I just wanted to express his sorrow. It was fun, but I'm finished.... I think.
Thoughts of Zidler, The Duke of Monroth, and even Toulouse enter my mind. Things they said, things they did. I don't know what to do. I can hear them now, "I don't like people touching my things....The show must go on....The greatest thing you will ever learn is to love and to be loved in return..." That's what it says on her stone...
It was almost as beautiful as she was. The way the light and shadow affected her tombstone reminded me of that first night, convincing her of my love. I wish sometimes that it had never happened, but then her last words break my train of thoughts, "Christian, tell our story."
I did tell our story! I did! And it took all the strength I had! Oh, I wish I could die. No, not even that! I wish I had never existed! Love is now nothing I can hope to have, to hold; it will be forever out of my grasp!
I think I'd leave Paris, if she wasn't still here....
So, what do ya think? Never mind, I don't wanna know. I am not updating this. I just wanted to express his sorrow. It was fun, but I'm finished.... I think.
