Hello, imaginary readers I've made up to make myself feel better! I am going to be writing a story. I know, ground breaking, right? Well, be quiet and listen, it gets better. Because I actually intend to finish this story! This amazing feat, however, cannot be accomplished without the help of you! Because in this wonderfully amazing prologue I've hidden references to several songs/TV shows/movies. The first person to review with one of the hidden references and where it's from will get to suggest something for my next chapter! And when I say first person, I mean the first person for that specific reference, so there's going to be a lot of chances. Again, amazing, I know. Anyway, the suggestion can be something you want to see happen in my story, or a word or phrase you want included. Even a completely different story you want me to do. Whatever. I will be doing this each chapter, so keep an eye out. Although, since I am super lazy, there aren't as many hidden references as I would've liked. As soon as I get more organized I'll add more in later chapters. To be super nice, most of them are in the letter. Okay, you can stop listening to me rambling now and read on!
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He opened the door with a grin, setting the briefcase on the little side table. There were only a few pictures there, a testament to the new life they were starting. One was of the day they'd moved in. She was standing, hair tied back, and a paintbrush in her hand, laughing at something he'd said. In the picture you could faintly see the glimmer of a golden band on her finger. It wasn't a wedding band, they'd never actually gotten married. She had been adamantly against the idea from the start. A big occasion with makeup and fancy dresses and love wasn't really her thing, although the cake had intrigued her slightly. Still, if it had just been that he probably could've convinced her, but it was more then that. It was the idea of being tied to someone, of being shackled to one person, even if she loved them, that she didn't like. She was wild and free, and it was why he loved her. He didn't dare clip her wings. But she had known he didn't really like it, so one day she'd gotten down on one knee and proposed- that they move in together. The matching rings signified a promise, the promise that they would love each other. "Until I go wild again, I'll be only yours," had been her exact phrasing. He'd laughed at that, but there'd been some truth to it.
He smiled at the memory, distracted from the silence of the apartment. But alarm bells were dragging him out of his daydreams, telling him something wasn't right. She should've greeted him by now, called him an idiot, and told him to go get ready for dinner. But it was quiet, too quiet for Sam Puckett. He moved cautiously through the living room, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. It wasn't until he peered into the kitchen that the thought that had been lingering in the back of his mind exploded into reality. On the counter there sat am envelope, his name scrawled on it in her messy, child like handwriting. A pit opened up at the bottom of his stomach as he slowly reached for it, slightly surprised at the weight. He slowly tore back the flap and a golden band fell into his hand. Slowly he drew out the piece of paper and read her goodbye.
Dear Freddie,
I just want you to know I've never been closer to anyone or anything as I am to you. Before you I was alone, and I didn't really know what good love could do. I had Carly, of course, but you were different. You are my lover and a friend, and for you I would've done whatever. Did do whatever you wanted, except for marriage, and this is why. Because I knew one day I'd have to leave you and I wanted to make sure you were free, as free as I am. Because I can never stay still for too long, and you deserve someone who will stay with you forever. So please, don't forget me. If you have children some day, please tell them my name. Please tell them that I hope they shine. I will never forget you, I promise. I'm so sorry.
Sincerely,
Sam
Freddie stared at the letters, not really comprehending them. She couldn't be gone, he refused to let her go. But the weight of the ring in his hand told him it was too late. She had gone and he was left here to watch her drift away. Numbly he called up Carly and Spencer, both of whom insisted that she would be back. But he knew better. She was one of them, an adventurer. It was her nature and he didn't blame her. After all, what's an adventurer to do?