Disclaimer: I don't own the film. I even don't own Robert Pattinson (and I don't want to, so, his fangirls, you don't have such a competitor like me! xD )
A/N: Well, let's confess - Remember Me is a good film, but it's not so much amazing. HOWEVER, it has two beautiful reasons to be watched:
1) Caroline;
2)its last ten minutes which make the film...okay... almost amazing :)))
So I've decided to combine these elements in a one fic. Hope you'll like it :)
11th of September, 2001
I don't know why but just right today I have been thinking about Michael since the early morning - exactly since the moment I have opened my eyes.
Now I'm sitting at my desk...as usual.
A teacher is speaking as usual. As usual, her words are passing by my ears. Okay, I should really listen to her. I won't get good marks for the semester if I don't. Mom will be upset. As well as Dad...I'm so happy Dad has returned...I mean he has started to behave like my real Dad.
Fine, I'm just slipping away again. Wake up, Caroline, be attentive.
All right, all right. But firstly I'll finish a picture.
I'm holding a pencil and drawing...well...
Actually, what am I drawing?
Eyes. They are Michael's.
I'm thinking about you...I guess I miss you, Mike.
It's fun somehow, really, as I've almost never called my eldest brother by a shortened name. Only Michael, Michael, Michael. He never offended, though.
I think we weren't close. Now, in six years, I truly understand. But my brothers had the full mutual understanding. And they didn't need words for that. I wonder if I'll ever be able to see through someone like Mike saw through Tyler.
Mike...don't you mind if I call you so? Don't worry, we remember you. And Tyler, and Mom, and Dad.
Strange, it's hard to breathe a little. Really awful feeling. Should I ask for leave from school?
And there's something that scares me. I know this feeling. I felt it in a day...when...Mike left.
No, no, no tears. Calm down. It's just a stupid association, don't think about it.
I should ask Tyler to go to the park today, to our spot. This atmosphere and Tyler's voice can make me calm. And in the evening I'll draw a Michael's portrait.
Tyler isn't at the university now, is he?
Stop, how can I know he isn't at the university?
I want to see him, I have to see him. I have to ask for leave. Come on, say something about the headache, the cold, high temperature, I don't know...
Tyler, where are you now? I hope you're okay...of course you're okay, but...
16th of September, 2001
I'm very sorry, Tyler. I know I could have prevented it, even though I still don't know how.
It's all because of my stupid shyness. You see, I wasn't brave enough to raise my hand and to ask to go home.
Anyway, listen. If you have met Michael, let him know I've finished his portrait. He can come anytime to have a look, certainly.
Now I'm going to draw your last portrait. You're going to laugh, but this one will show you with a cigarette as well!
I think I'll present it to Ally.