While in Gatlinburg, I visited a few CUTE shops, many of which sold little mugs/plaques/cards with small quotes on them. I was truly inspired by these, and decided to make a Channy multichip about it. Here is the first installment, sad, but inspirational none the less. Remember: SONNY WITH A CHANCE IS NOT MINE!
Dedicated to Tim Weberding, whose wood cards inspired many of these quotes (not this one, though!)
"If tears could build a staircase, and memories a lane, I'd climb right up to heaven, and take you back again"
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Chad couldn't help but feel his eyes welling up with tears as he stared at the gravestone in front of him. Sonny, his Sonny, was gone. And it was all his fault.
Flashback:
"Chad, uh, hi… Mr. Greatest Actor of our Generation! Did I tell you how stunning your hair looks to-"
Chad smirked. "Alright Munroe, what do you want?"
"Oh, nothing, um, okay, you caught me. May I please, please, please, have a ride home tonight? My car broke down and-"
"You seriously think I'll give you, Queen Peppy, a ride? In your dreams. Go ask Rainy or Cloudy or something."
"Fine. I really shouldn't have asked."
Sonny had walked home. In the dark. By herself. An SUV was hurtling down one of the side streets and didn't see her and… you know the rest. It was all his fault, Chad reasoned. If he had only given Sonny a ride. If he had only had enough heart to let her sit in his front seat for five minutes until they got to her house. The rest of the attendees at Sonny's funeral knew that it wasn't his fault. Hell, even the Randoms tried to comfort Chad. They had all denied Sonny a ride. But the actor refused to believe them. For years he had cried himself to sleep and woken up screaming. Chad quit his acting job and moved into a small apartment in Appleton, Wisconsin. Home of the late Allison Melissa Munroe. Now, a year after her death, the guilty twenty-six year old kneeled by her grave, weeping softly.
"Sonny? Can you hear me? If you can, I just want you to know that I miss you. I'm so, so, so, sorry, Sonny. If I had just been nicer… if I had just given you a ride… I love you so much. You changed me for the better. When you died, Sonny, I donated basically all of my income to charity. Every Saturday and every other Wednesday, I volunteer at the children's shelter. I moved to Wisconsin and gave up the bad boy act. I'm just Chad now. Please, Sonny, I'm just so, so, sorry."
Hs voice wavered as he finished speaking. Apologies, once saved for the most important of people, slipped off the tongue like water down a creek. Volunteering became a regular thing, donations even more frequent. Sonny Munroe was the best thing that ever happened to him. Chad just hoped that she knew that.
She did.
"If tears could build a staircase, and memories a lane, I'd climb right up to heaven, and take you back again"
So sad, but I loved the quote. REVIEW IF YOU LOVE ME! Let's shoot for 10 reviews before I post the next chapter.