More than Gummy Bears
Flint's POV
I read that letter one last time,
Hey everyone or anyone,
I'm ready, I'm going to go. I can't take this mockery and I can't take her death. I miss my mother. I need my mom. I'm sorry, dad I can't take it. I just can't tell Steve how much I love him. Dad I know you don't know how to work the lab but it's yours as are the inventions in it complete or incomplete. I'm sorry, so sorry that I have to do this.
Love,
Flint James Lockwood
I started to cry. "WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO!" I cry out to no one in particular.
"SHUT UP!" I hear from the neighbor's house. I thought about the fact they might regret that when they heard the gunshot. I heard feet, monkey feet.
"SEEEEEVE?"
"No, go away Steve," let tears fall down my face. Mom had got me Steve when I entered high school. It was only a month before she died. One of the last things she heard was Steve talking. Mom died of lung cancer from 2nd hand smoke.
"Steve?" He nuzzled my hands.
"Please go Steve," Mom was never more proud than when Steve spoke for the first time. She kissed my cheek and told me how proud she was. He pointed to the gun in my hand.
"Why?" He asked.
"Go Steve I need to be alone," I said pushing him toward the elevator.
"No," he stamped his foot.
"What do you mean NO?" I shouted tears falling down my face.
"No, Steve, think, special! GUMMY BEARS!"
I smiled despite the tears, "You think I'm as special as Gummy Bears Steve?"
"More."
I hugged him. "I love you Steve."
"Love YOU!" Steve hugged him back.
When Tim woke up the next morning he found a note on the table next to him.
Hey Dad,
I'm ready to try again, I know I've been silent but I'm ready to pick up where I left off and start over. Thanks for letting me keep Steve even though he ripped your mustache.
Love,
Flint.
Tim smiled and shrugged, "You had to pick the monkey Fran. I see now that it was all worth it."