A story of the moment that Gomez and Morticia met with a few twists to the story to make to my own. The characters are based on the 1960's version of The Addams Family with Carolyn Jones and John Astin as Morticia and Gomez.
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It seemed to be a cold afternoon for the second week in July. It was dark too, storm filled clouds swarmed and seemed to linger. The dry leaves of the trees swirled on the ends of the branches, waltzing to the rhythm of the wind. I dropped the curtain of at the window and turned to see Ophelia standing over me, clutching a tissue and sniveling.
"Tish I just came to see if you were okay." She cried as she flung her arms around me and bawled into my shoulder. "Father wouldn't want you to cry; so don't, you hear me?" She muffled through the fabric of my shirt. I wasn't going to cry, it wasn't that I was completely insensitive because I did feel a pain every now and then, but I didn't need to cry. No matter how much I was going to miss my father, I'd rather remember him for all the happy times we shared, not the way I cried at his funeral.
I tried to even slightly comforting to my sister by tapping her on the back uncomfortably while looking around, desperately wanting to be somewhere else when my darkly dressed mother walked into the room and pried Ophelia from me. If there was one thing I liked about funerals it was the clothes! I would often get scolded by my family for dressing so pessimistically most of the time, but now it was completely acceptable and I felt comfortable. I liked the sadness and the remorse shown by the loved ones, I desperately wanted my loved ones to cry at my funeral!
"Morticia you could have at least fixed your hair!" My mother snapped, picking up the strands of my long black hair and trying to do something with it.
"Mother stop touching me!" I fought back giving her a disapproving glare. If anything, I was the mature one in the family now that my father was gone. It seemed he had been the main source of sanity this whole time and now, I was stepping into the role of a matriarch - which suited my ruling nature quite well. My mother scoffed and gestured towards me and Ophelia to follow her out into the graveyard.
The graveyard was my favorite place to go when I felt lonely or like I needed some time alone. It was just so peaceful and quiet - plus it was off the grounds of the Frump manor! I'd often sneak out when I'd been told to go to my room or if something was troubling me. I knew everyone there by name, I knew their age, hometown, what killed them and I'd often pour out my problems onto one of the many tombstones that lay there. I was somewhat glad that my father would be here so that I could talk to him even now that he had passed, a kind of memorial that he will always be there if I need him.
It always seemed so dark in the graveyard, with some unexplainable smell that I could only guess was the smell of decomposing bodies 6 feet under. But it was comforting to know that they couldn't feel a thing. I looked around as the three of us walked out towards the rows of seats filled with distant family members reminiscing about my father, Ophelia still over-dramatically clutching my mothers arm and crying into the tissue. I recognized some of the faces as people my mother and father had known from school and various places we'd lived, but most of the faces seemed blank.
I looked towards the end of the isle to see the coffin that my father would spend the rest of eternity in, at which point I felt a stabbing pain in my chest and I started to cry uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face and washing away the makeup I had put on in the hope of masking my sorrow. I felt my knees go weak under my weight and I fell to the ground with my head in my hands. I had never cried like this at anything before and I just wanted to end everything there and then and join my father on the other side, when I felt a hand on my back.
"Morticia?" A voice asked, the voice of the person who was slowly pulling me up off the ground. I moved my hands from my eyes to see the blurred outline of a man, looking at me with his head tilted slightly to the right. The man wiped the tears from my cheeks and said my name again, this time in a more excited tone.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe I know you." I choked, trying to calm myself down before looking up to face the man.
My heart stopped at the sight of who it was. I could not believe that he was really here! After what must have been about 10 years he still remembered my name and recognized me in this crowd of people all dressed in the same way.
"Gomez!" I shouted as my posture suddenly improved and I wiped my face to try and make myself look more presentable for him. His hair all combed back and his face clean shaven apart from the pencil mustache which sat comfortably on his upper lip. Besides the facial hair and muscles he hadn't changed at all. Is face still the same shape, he still had that creepy smile that always made me laugh as a child, his eyes were still a gorgeous dark brown; almost black!
He steadied me as I wobbled again at the sight of him, holding the tops of my arms and pulling me towards him.
"Maybe we should sit down." He supposed, leading me to a row of chairs behind my mother and Ophelia. I looked at him adoringly, still trying to prove to myself that he wasn't really there as my mother walked up to the stand to give her speech.
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