Carla's Angels.
This idea suddenly came to me this afternoon so thought I'd share it to see what you all think. In the story, everything is pretty much the same as it is on TV. Paul, Liam, Tony and Frank are all dead. Carla and Peter are together but Simon has now warmed to Carla and they are all living together in the flat.
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Perfect. Something or someone that is faultless. She wasn't that person, far from it. When she was younger she was one of those 'estate kids.' Trainers with holes in the bottom, letting puddles of muddy water seep into her socks, chilling her bones. Now here she was, many years later, the vision of what everyone would describe as 'perfect.' A long dark mane of silky hair and a wardrobe full of designer clothes.
Only Carla knew that none of these things made her any different to the poor child she once was. It was all a mask and that mask had well and truly slipped. Her hair blew in the wind, occasionally slapping against her tear stained cheek, bringing her from her thoughts and back into reality. Sitting on the bench in the cemetery, a place that had become all too familiar in recent years, her mind was a jumbled mess of bad memories and painful mistakes. When did life get so complicated? Right now, she hated all those people who ever let her believe in the fairytale. She'd never had as many friends as Snow White and her Prince Charming was taken from her so prematurely.
Pulling herself from the bench and shuffling over to where her true love was resting in peace, she was powerless to stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks and crashing onto the headstone. Tracing the curves of the stone with her ice cold fingers, she tightly closed her eyes. The butterfly feeling in her stomach was becoming increasingly overwhelming but before going any further she knew she needed to pay him a visit.
'LIAM BARRINGTON CONNOR.' Quite possibly the only person in the whole world who understood her. Had understood her. Except maybe Peter, but they were still in the early stages of their lives together and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardise their already fragile relationship. She couldn't lose him too.
Before making the biggest decision of her life, Carla needed to know Liam was there, in spirit if not in person, supporting her. She couldn't do this without him. She fell against the gravestone, terrified he'd forgotten her already. As Carla opened her eyes, squinting slightly in the daylight, she noticed a piece of paper that had fallen from her pocket. The piece of paper that could potentially change her life forever.
She took it as a sign. Liam wanted her to take a chance and try and find what she'd always been looking for. He'd want her to be happy.