I should warn you, it is sad !
I listened to "Endless love" by Jackie Chan and Kim Hee Seon, guitar or piano version
(words distract my mind whilst writing, even if I don't understand them :P )
The graveyard was empty as always.
Slowly he walked towards the one grave.
The grave of his dead wife.
Beloved wife, mother and sister
Natalie Benson
18.11.94-20.3.2070
He put the flowers besides the grave and knelt down.
"Happy Valentines Day darling. We all miss you", he whispered.
He god up.
This was getting harder every day.
His body ached.
On his way out of the graveyard he spotted a new grave.
The soil was still fresh brown.
Just as he made his way to the grave he saw a women walking towards the grave, too.
He stopped.
There was something oddly familiar about her.
She must have been in her fiftieth.
She knelt down and gently put a bouquet of yellow roses on the grave.
A tear escaped her eyes.
"We all miss you mom. We all love you so much", she whispered.
He barely understood her.
She got up and walked out.
Slowly he walked to the grave.
As he read the inscription his heart stopped for a second.
"Hey! You invited the doof."
"Oh man! I didn't know that was going to be there!"
"She. I'm a "she" Freddie, as in girl."
"Barely!"
That was the first thing that came into his mind.
"I love you"
"I love you, too"
Her voice echoed in his head.
Sam Puckett-Wilson
17.4.1994 – 12.2.2074
I never forget a face.
Not the ones that I punched,
or kissed,
or laughed at,
or laughed with.
So if you're one of these faces,
let me tell you:
Momma doesn't forget, so you better not forget her either.
After all these years.
He was shocked.
He had to sit down.
His heart started to pound again.
Blood rushed trough his veins.
Sam was dead.
She was dead.
Dead.
Gone.
For ever.
The last time he saw her was long, long ago.
They were young.
His heart belonged to her.
She moved to LA after Carly moved to Italy.
He has visited her a few times.
But as time went by and he went to MIT.
They saw each other rarely.
Time went by.
She went on with her life.
He went on with his life.
But then they saw each other at Carly's Wedding.
And there it was.
The old spark.
The spark he thought was for ever lost.
He just had to look into her eyes.
And saw her locking back.
And beside her an other man.
They were holding hands.
And then he knew.
They have had their time.
And then he met Natalie.
And he found his peace.
She gave him everything.
But from time to time Sam entered his thoughts.
What if he would have stayed?
What if he would have made a move?
What if he would have told her how he felt?
Would they have been married?
Would they have had children?
Would they have been divorced?
Would he be happy?
Would she be happy?
But know she was dead.
But know it is too late.
"Man up, Frednup!",she would say if she could see him crying in front of her grave.
Had she been happy?
That question hunted him.
"Sam", he said.
"If you could hear me...", he looked down at her grave.
"Where you happy? I hope so. Look I'm sorry I said you were barely a girl. I am sorry for every time I hurt you"
He sight.
"Do you remember our first kiss? I was nervous as hell. I was afraid you would punch me. But you didn't. Then I knew. You were a good girl. Despite what everybody else said. And do you remember the times we played 'Wake up Spencer'? That was fun. The first time we did something just by our selves without Carly. Gosh, Sam..."
He cried.
Silently.
Because he lost a good friend.
He lost his first love.
Why haven't you kept in touch? He asked himself.
He knew why.
After Carly's wedding, he knew he still loved her.
But she was with someone else. He had to accept that.
So he did. And he didn't regret his decision, not going after her.
She was happy, he could see it.
But maybe he regretted letting her go in the first place.
They tried again, after he visited her in LA for the first time.
But after he graduated High School he went to MIT.
Not to Caltech.
Was that his fault?
But she wouldn't have wanted him to give up on MIT just for her either.
They were just kids back then.
Not ready to commit.
Maybe they were not meant to be...
"I want to know how your life went? Do you still eat that much? Do you still love Fat Cakes?
Do you still punch people? I hope not! You have children! Do you … think of me from time to time? Do you still … love me?" he asked her, his voice shaking.
Waiting for an answer that was never going to come.
"Happy Valentines Day Princess Puckett", he muttered to himself.
He went home, into his cold bed.
He often thought of her.
Still after all these years.
Happy delayed Valentines Day everybody! I hope you celebrated with your loved ones :)
I' going to make Freddie come back to her grave, I think they have some unfinished business :P And I'm going to make him meet some people at her grave. Who do YOU want Freddie to meet at her grave?
Sneak Peek:
I hear the sound the of her laughing.
The sound her eating.
The sound of her fist smacking into my shoulders.
I feel the pain rushing through my body.
Her petite hand touching mine.
I feel her presence.
The vibe of Sam Puckett.
That gives me chills.
Still after all these years.
