AN: If you enjoyed "Just One Minute Too Late", this may be a good story for you.
Warning: If you have not read "Just One Minute Too Late", I insist that you go back and find it first, that way, you will understand what I am writing about. Also, do not read this if you can not handle death or suicide. I do not approve of suicides in any way, but I just wrote this 'cause it made a really good story! Also, PLEASE, I do love reviews, but I would greatly appreciate NOT getting any more hateful responses cussing me out and calling me some pretty awful things! I do not love these things I write about, and I don't condone any violent activity like this! I honestly don't know how I wrote this…I was in a dark place…sad…this is very scary for even me to read, and I wrote it! I don't know how I had a place this dark in me… ANYWAY: Now….Just One Year Too Late!
Shawn looked at the clock: 11 o'clock. He had 59 minutes. He took one last look at the familiar office of is Psychic detective agency, and let a tear fall through his eye. "NO!" Shawn thought. "I'm doing what I should. I can't be happy without her. Not even this satisfies me anymore…I have to be with her". He neatly placed his note on Gus's desk, well knowing that his life long best friend wouldn't find it for twelve hours; plenty long enough for him to do what needed to be done. He placed a pineapple with a black ribbon tied on it, on top of the letter, just so Gus would notice it. Shawn sighed and he glanced once more around the place where he had spent most of his adult life; the place where he had grown up; the place where he became a hero and a true man; the place, where he had gotten to know her; the place…where she had died… Shawn still couldn't believe that his beloved Jules had been killed right there, next to his desk.
"I'm coming Jules," Shawn sniffed, as he left the beachfront property, without looking back. He hopped on his motorcycle. He thought of if this stupid bike hadn't have gotten stuck in traffic, he would have been there for her…and he wouldn't be doing this now….
"Funny," he mumbled. "Dad always said that I would die on this thing…I guess he was right." He left his helmet there on the ground, as a clue to how he would do it. He kicked the ignition and rode away at a reckless speed. Shawn allowed his mind to wander back to the note he had left for Gus….
Gus,
Knowing you, I think you'd better sit down. Are you sitting? Good. Now, by the time you are reading this, I will be long gone. But don't worry, you wont be just one minute too late, like I was...It's a year too late to save me. I died that day when she did. I was going to propose that night. Over the last year, that phrase has driven me insane. It's all I can think about. You wouldn't understand how those cruel words beat into my heart. All of you might think you understand…but Gus you don't know how it is to be just one minute too late! ONE minute too late! Too late to save my love! Too late to save her life! Those 60 seconds between torment and bliss! And I was Just One Minute Too Late! Instead of being there for her, I held her lifeless head and longed for one last goodbye…one last "I love you"…BUT NO! I was just one minute too late! The thought of living my life alone with no one caring except to make me remember that I was just one minute too late! Gus, I can't take it. And so with this...I'm going to Jules. I'll make it look like an accident, but you wont find me. But Buddy, always remember that you were NOT: Just One Minute Too Late.
Thanks for Everything,
Your best friend, for life,
Shawn Spencer