Seeing Brax visit Charlies grave this weelk was quite heartbreaking. Since then I have had this running around in my head and I have to admit I was in two minds as whether or not to write it.
Heaths words had shocked him. He had never heard his brother speak of Charlie like that before. Asking Brax if they had thought of marriage. Then Heath had really hit the mark by suggesting that Brax was in a love triangle with Natalie and a ghost.
Heaths word haunted Brax while he worked. Heath as usual had spoken then cleared off. Brax hoped he was going to sort out things with Bianca. Once Liam had come into work Brax grabbed a bottle of Bourbon and drove off.
At first he did not realise where he was going. He was driving on autopilot. It was only when he had got out of his ute that he realised were his sub conscience had taken him. He got out of his ute and walked towards a place he couldn't visit until now. He read the top line on the stone.
Charlotte Charlie Buckton
He slumped down next to the headstone and leant against it. He opened the bottle of bourbon that he had bought with him and took a deep drink. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the picture of Charlie. His Charlie. She was the woman who had changed his life. She was the person he went straight for. She was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and have children. He was here and she wasn't.
Brax took another deep swig of his drink. Every morning he woke up and his first thought of the day was that she was not there. She was not there to share breakfast or any other meal for that matter. In the early days Brax felt that he wished Pirovic had killed him as well.
He started to think about the return of his dad and how it was screwing up his life. He now had to do the thing that he said he would ever do again. He had gone back to what he was before. A life of crime. If it got his dad away from Casey and they could go back to the life they had started to live.
"I'm sorry Charlie. I've let you down. I've let Ruby down. My life is a mess without you." Brax spoke out loud, the breeze taking away his words.
Brax swigged down more of the bourbon. He watched as the sun went down. As the sky darkened he drank the rest of the drink. He leant his head on Charlie's gravestone and gradually the sleep that eluded him began to seep through his body.
Brax awoke the following morning as the sun was starting to rise. It caught the photo of Charlie first giving it a rosy glow and then turning to gold. The early morning air was clear and fresh. The start of a new day. He woke with the same person on his mind as he always did. Charlie Buckton.