Author's Initial Notes.
(08/23/2018) 00:00 AM
It's been some time since I posted this piece, is not it? I think it's been a few months now... Well, I still do not know how much plot I'm going to get here, but I'm doing my best, I'm trying hard to keep the piece from getting 'stuck' in a single approach style. Still, I feel that this fic needed more 'content'. Unfortunately I am not as creative as I would like to improve this. T.T
Well, I suggest there is understanding and patience in reading this work. I had already forgotten even some of the details that I put here. LOL
But to create fic is this, even... To be surprised even by the very content to which it is being created by the own hands. ^^
(The scene I am referring to is about the sad email that the boy left programmed from the beginning of his career as a hero... I feel that this theme is a bit 'heavy' and that requires a lot of care and attention to not be so negative as that. It is something predictable, and even I have worked with less emphasis on the conflicts that this might suggest, but it shows how fragile and powerless we are before life).
I suggest not having a lot of psychological analysis here... I'm not going to 'traumatize' the cast just to make it more consistent with the circumstance as a whole... kkkkkk
They will need to get up and keep moving forward. I think this is a fundamental perspective throughout this fic.
Anyway, I hope everyone understands that THIS HERE IS A FANFICTION!
'Have fun' with the reading of this work and always look for the 'best side' of things...
In addition, ghost powers are well suited to solving mysteries involving other ghost powers.
:P
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I do not like to do something like 'character mismatch'. They are what they are. And they must remain so. News can 'change' them a bit, but the essence I'll try to keep...
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I do not like 'sensualize' characters. Because both are just teenagers. Let's face it... Pre-teens. Thus, even more serious and important; reckless. So, if the novel is still weak, I'm sorry, but it will have to be this way...
Much still can be improved in my way of composing and telling the stories... But that's what I can present for now. :P
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Repetitions of words, repetitions of expressions and terms... Unfortunately I did not "refine" both the narrative.
I did not revise as much as I wish I had. But it is almost imperceptible. Unless the approach to my narrative did not adequately express what I intended, when I used the translation (this information is for the content translated into the English language).
Let me know if corrections are needed...
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Why do stars shine?
Why is the sky blue?
Why is the night so different from the day?
Why are you crying?
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"This is so crazy, is not it? We are so young to be talking about this feeling... Love. We do not understand anything about anything... Only in our world and priorities. What is it really? Do we really know? "
"Well, I do not think it's weird that much. To start with, you've always been a lot more mature and smart than most. So it is normal to understand this feeling faster than an ordinary teenager full of trifles in the head. And, well... Since we're... 'dead'. Our age no longer matters for metrics. Besides, you're very important to me. Unfortunately, only now can I tell you something like this... So clearly. I think I've always been a blindfold. But I'm still happy. It's not the way I'd dream, but... At least I can see you. Hold your hand... Look you right in your eyes. See you. And tell you about this whirlwind of emotions that 'germinated' in my being. I love you very much. And if it is to spend what I have left of this life, even if it is the ghostly form, I would be content. As long as it lasts, this will be the best moment of my life... Even if it can only be the two of us, without our family... Without being able to realize OUR FAMILY... But I am satisfied. I got my last dream. Get back to being with you. I preferred it a thousand times as a normal life, but I want it to be with you. Both there and here. If we are here, it is to be happy in any way possible.".
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"I do not want my parents to worry even more about me. Our parents, actually. What would their reaction be when they realized we were here? I do not want to worry them, let them know that I'm stuck in this dimension tied to some more time of 'ghost life'. In this life 'do not live'. It must have been too heavy for them ... Right? But it must be even sadder for them to know more. I do not want to shake them anymore ... They must have already suffered too much ... At some point we will leave this dimension. So it's not important for them to worry even more about us. Let's get over this one. I know that. We already know well how ghost life is so we will know how to deal with it. Just once, I want to ignore my will and perhaps give them a little consolation, avoiding this pain of seeing us this way".
It must have been so hard for them.
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"I already miss the 'carnivorous sausage' that Daddy keeps in the fridge in the house."
"I miss my things too. Some books I still wanted to read. Things I left to do later... I miss Mom and Dad, even when they remain 'authoritarian' and they do not listen to me for a moment. Even with all that 'good humor' and disproportionate joy... I miss them. I wanted to see Grandma too. Tell her about the 'news'. Like you and me... together. Things like".
"I always find her super-legal. Now I imagine I know why. You two got along so she was nice to me too. "
Repentance
"You know, until now I've never understood how nobody realized, even noticed similarities. It's okay that you're very fast and you can not watch your 'physiognomy' during the panic that a ghostly haunt causes with all the excitement and uncontrol. The typical 'dread of a chasing aura'... In addition, we disguised a bit in all those times. But it was not impossible. There were many chances. And pretty much ALL ghosts know who you are when you're not in Phantom mode. And none of them... Not even the Box Ghost, released nothing, no information? Sometimes I think there's something wrong with the people of the city...".
"What... Only sometimes? Ops. But look. They do not know that ghosts can have 'human form'. Well, most ghosts do not. The point is that no one expects this. It is so obvious that none of them would believe it. And we've already had a lot of evidence about... Only if something really shocking happened would they realize. But whatever".
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"Now that I think about it, I feel some similarities with myself and a 'good fighting' character and know how to give good advice. Guess what? "
"Of course, of course... Except the fact that he looks like a 'barbarian' and all the rest of stereotypes of a nice protagonist."
"I just need my loyal 'cat companion' now. Here, here... Fearful kitten... Here... My beautiful lady, have you seen any cats with these characteristics lately? Or, in my case... A 'kitten' would help me a lot. At least I would not pay this 'monkey' alone. "
"Kitty afraid. Seriously, really? No 'more indicated'? You can wait sitting down, you will not have that support. "
"Come on, let's let freedom rejoice! I'm doing a 'good role' acting, will... I know you agree. I'm going to have to sing, to see you put a beautiful smile on that face? Look, I'll do it. "
In one of the many moments when the pair were alone and without much to do, behold a relaxed and characteristic moment of the youthful traits of these adolescents began; a moment of children's games and pranks... Something very childlike and playful.
A moment of happiness and competition between laughter and feelings.
Where their two 'living souls' could be seen there. And one of them was doing such a performance.
"I should change my transformation soap sometimes. How about this war cry? "
Deciding to be a little playful, the young man dares use other types of effect phrases as a new way of identifying himself. Clearly, this would not be accepted by the code of ethics between heroes, but... Anyway, among many failed and unsupported tests, he tested this one more.
"I have the force...!".
The skinny lad... But who underwent a bodily transformation while 'testing' it. As a quick whitish glow lined his body, giving the young man a new glimpse, leaving him with a more honorable, brave and strong bearing. Her skin was pale now as a result of ghost, but her hair turned silvery and a predominantly dark-colored dress filled her appearance.
As Danny lifted a long stick, which was scattered with the vegetation of dry and desert trees which made up the environment to which both adolescents were at the moment; in the empty immensity of the Ghost Zone... The branch was the best possible representation of a raised sword and a 'war cry' echoed the playful boy.
Behold the same took its heroic and fearless form; your alter-ego. But that did not make so much visual difference with his previous physical state ...
"Where is my faithful 'warrior cat'?"
"Nah... I'll pass this on. I'm more of a rebel and rampant girl (put something here in line with sarcasm)... Like that."
"Oh ... I hope your mood today is not so dark ... For the incredible fighter and 'dreamer' justice fighter would never give up for a ray of hope and smiles on his face."
"This will depend on how much you're inspired to do."
"Oh-ho... You can not imagine. I can start singing too. I bet there are some songs related to a rock group that will make you jump with me. And the tip is something like 'anthropomorphic egg'. You know that? And seriously... It's very difficult to memorize this strange word. So I deserve praise. "
"Hehehe. But you can not 'leave the character'. Let's see how your LEVEL OF ACTING (performance), my brave fighter of justice happy, walks. "
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Strolling through the Ghost Zone, with nothing special to do, they talk about the 'conveniences of being a ghost'. Like... Do not have to feed, no matter how hungry it is. No need to sleep... But they always doze and hugged each other... Do not need to go to the bathroom; Good, so far has not given such a will. And have no other concerns, besides being together.
It also connotes boredom and demonstrates how fragile and 'sedentary' this condition of life is. No goals or obligations.
Only what is left... It was the affection; love.
And that would have to be enough for them. Meanwhile everything lasted. As long as they were 'forced' to exist as ghostly creatures. As long as had to hold it. Waiting and taking advantage of this 'life'. At least they won each other. And how they would need that in the very near future...
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Misconceptions & Regrets
There was not much to do these days. Every little activity; each thing reserved to be performed seemed meaningless...
What was the use of such wealth? What could the glamor of the high society class present? So many conversations with other rich people; so many extravagant and happy moments... Now all this was nothing but dust before this couple.
The 'dream of consumption'. The pose of high social class... The pride of being able to enjoy something as pleasant and desirable as the millionaire status; something that must be taken advantage of by who knows 'how far to go with it'. It's not a bad thing to feel like this... Have the zeal to take care of what you have and feel happy about it... But it did not matter anymore.
None of it was any good.
Thinking about it only hurt more and more. After all, basically everything related to that had only one purpose... The dream of providing a better and more dignified life to their beloved daughter.
Something that can never be realized. There was no such dream anymore...
There was no more Sam...
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Every day a small portion of tears and nostalgia filled both parents... Every room in the house; every possible sarcastic comment about a commercial hypocrite on TV they watched together or intriguing subject displayed, all served as a reminder. Memories of the presence and family living of someone irreplaceable and memorable.
It was so vivid... It seemed that at any moment their little princess would enter the room causing an 'outburst of frantic teenage humor'... Even the sarcasm present in it also seemed familiar, shared with some of the rarest smiles and merry moments following the feature of the girl.
A simple let's take off.
It was so painful to miss that it did. So difficult to overcome... Even more by the pathetic circumstances that everything happened. Spectral abominations have caused such a calamity.
How these beings could be so heartless. Cold, frigid.
There would be no consolation enough to cherish and placate such bitterness, but to return to those merry little and characteristic moments of it made these disconsolate parents a little better.
There was not a commotion so extreme as this tragedy, but all the people with the highest level of intimacy with the girl; friends, relatives, some college students, and teachers ... Even local reporters, because it was a very brutal thing and a 'divisor of military conduct', wanted to report this... But they maintained respect for such a family and basic anonymity.
At last, they all gave their condolences.
But those who suffered the most were the girl's parents. Her grandmother was also very upset because her granddaughter was like a daughter to this lady...
And among the many affected and minimally shaken that is why there were two young people. The two closest to this girl.
Everyone was downcast and frail with this moment... And these two boys were as devastated as her parents.
Just the sadness and longing.
Distressing emotions that could be overcome... Only with everyone together.
Extravasate in the form of tears and outburst of such anguish.
This symbolized a 'farewell' and a new beginning...
Looking for nostalgic happy moments and being a fanatic only for the past, but surpassing and searching for the best that can still occur in life. Overcome pain...
They would all need to accomplish this; someday.
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After a few days, the boys were still the same...
Tucker called once to the Fenton residence, asking for Danny. He knew, better than any other, how much that did not seem to be true, but it was. And it hurt a lot. That's why he cared more about his best friend now than on just reassuring his own crushed heart...
But the response was very banal.
'He's still there...'
The boy rarely leaves the room. He did not eat right... He was basically looking for nothing. He only suffered... The first day he left the room was when he decided to apologize.
He decided to confess everything. To say it was his 'fault' for this fatality... But Danny could not. He did not want to be harassed by her parents.
He could not stand it...
So he just spent the night there, standing in front of the door of such a house. The front facade gradually shifted between shades as the night progressed and brightened the color of the surroundings.
A dark and cold night, just like your heart.
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Danny did not return until nearly two in the morning to his house... His parents were worried because the boy did not say where he was going and did not make the appointment about what time he would return.
But they did not interfere with it or inquired about where it went... They could not do that. The boy was taking the first steps to overcome.
When the boy returned, he was not charged with questions and reprimand for the late hours... He received only a loving hug from his parents, who waited in the drawing room for him to return home at once.
And again the boy climbed quietly into his bedroom.
It was distressing for both of the boy's parents to see him in such pain that he suffocated him... And there was nothing to be done to console him.
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With almost twenty days of the wake... Little by little things were resuming the order.
But it would never be the same again.
The boy is out more often... He was talking to his parents. He even laughed again and again, with the encouragement his sister was giving him. But the Fenton knew. The boy was suffering too much.
Even Tucker was still down. And yet, even Danny still torn... He was moving on.
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And a few days later...
The same tragedy repeated itself...
And this time, such pain could no longer be 'imagined'.
The Fenton were very surprised to discover Danny's "secret identity," but the act of being a hero had never charged so high before.
Danniel Fenton saved the lives of thousands of people there. Possibly millions... Only there was no chance for the hero to saved...
Now it was with their little boy... It was the boy so loved by his parents. Something unthinkable that could happen; that could gnaw their hearts even more... The altruistic act of a young man so kind and loving. His parents shocked instantly, shaken with no description of such anguish. Her sister was desolate... And the friend was once again kneaded; crushed and obliterated by harsh reality. There was no way things were so cruel. He could not even overcome the loss of the girl so wanted and familiar to him... And now he will have to go through that reality again. How could there be such a way to overcome this?! It's not fair... It's not...
... And the same commotion repeated itself. A painful and natural cycle. The loss of a person...
All again. Pain. Sadness. Tragedy... Mourning.
Mourning...
A piece torn from life. A painful change... And all the fault of the ghostly aberrations.
Too bad they did not know the truth.
The hero Danny Phantom has also gone with the boy Danniel.
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Day after day, everything was difficult. Fruit of the overcoming overpowering lancinate and overwhelming. To live. Just living... One day at a time.
Everything was difficult...
But there was nothing worse than the email received. And the sender... A hard hit to their hearts. It was their little boy, their son. Something never expected. Welcome... And unforgettable. The invaluable last conversation with him.
A sublime message so responsible and so sentimental of the young boy.
A proof of character and honor; the symbol of life he lived.
How distressing it was to know the 'whole truth'. Even so, Jack and Maddie made the decision. They deserved to know, too. And with that, they both revealed this truth to the girl's parents...
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A few days after the Fenton received such overwhelming e-mail and a host of relentless feelings, they decided to take such an attitude. There was one more family that had the right to know the truth. Of all the truth...
After much thought of it, how to give such news that all this tragedy was something related to them; that there was a 'blame plot' for them, even if it was only the fault of having developed such an apparatus capable of 'interacting' with this whole thing about ghosts and ecto-energy. It was still their duty. It was the responsibility to bear this burden and to hear all reprisals against all this effort of years of research that only caused such catastrophe for all.
They felt immensely guilty about what happened to everyone, because it was because of this ghostly experiment that everything began and ended. First, if they were normal people; normal parents, this would never have happened to the small adolescents. These children should have led a normal life. They should have been happy and harnessed the world in the right way, but that was not possible. The responsibility of dealing with spiteful aberrations and egomaniacs behind greed and revenge... The burden of being the heroes of the world rather than the heroes of life itself. This cost dearly. And the loss of such little ones can never be overcome or compensated. And this is their fault...
Knowing that they deserved nothing less than the disregard and disgust of the girl's parents and nothing less than they themselves were feeling for themselves; they marched to where they had no right to be... They went to the destroyed Manson family.
It did not take long, actually.
It was a hot afternoon, but it blows and made chills run down the spine and freeze their souls for fear of the scorn and reprisal they deserved and waited to receive. That is if they were at least welcome to talk in the first place.
Soon the couple knocked on the door. Each 'toc-toc' sound was like a resonance squeezing their hearts to distress them by having to give such a farewell message to their little son. Reliving this pain and knowing what guilt he carried alone and desolate.
Nothing less than stains of tears wanted to fill his eyes. But they needed to be strong and promised to listen to everything, without straying and defending themselves. It was the least they should do. Accept the rancor and obediently accept the guilt they deserved...
Only a few beats were given... And a low-pitched, a bass sound was heard from the other side of the house warning with a resounding 'I'm going'.
Those who welcomed them went to the matriarch of the family. A lady in her sixties - seventy years of age watched them from the doorway. They supposed she would ask them something like what you both want... But that was not what happened. It would have been less painful if it had been so.
"Hi, Fenton. Be welcome. You can come in. I have not seen them for a long time, I think this is a good time for you to visit us. Maybe talking to you will cheer up my son and daughter-in-law. I would be very happy if that happened. You can accompany me, they are in there... Looking now at an old family photo album... With our little princess. Oh, do not bother with that. I'm just a little sentimental this morning".
With a quick half-turn of her motorized scooter, this old woman started directing them to the interior of the house. She forced herself to perfectly hide the bitterness she felt in her chest this morning as she reviewed the photos of such a short time ago from her own very happy, if not very synchronized, family. They were very happy together.
"Well, I do not think there's much difference to asking you now, but how are you all? I hope it's a little easier to overcome that all that has happened. I know it's not easy and you will never be able to afford it with such sadness, but I hope you are succeeding, even one day at a time".
"We..."
"We are trying".
"I know. We too. But we can never forget that. We are a family. We are strong. And we are strong because we are united. No matter what, we should never forget that. It's the least we can do for our children. We should try to be happy for them. As close as we can reach that goal. For they do not fade away, understood?"
"Yes. Thank you, Mrs. Manson. "
"You're welcome. I also consider them as part of this family, already. Our little ones were friends. And that should make us also united. Only then will we be able to face everything that is... Anyway. If I'm not mistaken, my son is right behind that door. I'll be right back, I'll call Pamela here as well. You can come in and they'll both be comfortable. As much as his mood is not as good as it was, I think you should be able to talk for a while... Excuse me".
"Okay. We'll be waiting for you two to arrive".
In the meantime, let's talk a little bit with Jeremy. Maybe we can... No, we'll talk about it later, when we're all together.
"It's all right. Jeremy, we have visitors... And I'll be right back, I'll call Pamela too!".
"All right, Mother. You can come in."
As they opened the door, they came across a classic office. Even so, the luxury had been somewhat overshadowed by the mood of the room.
The young adult, light-skinned, well-groomed was seated watching a book with a thick cloak. Even though he showed small details of how shaken he was still, the most obvious was a recent beard appearing on his face. He also barely had the energy to look up and see the pair waiting outside the double doors ... But with a low breath, he managed to show a simple smile and invite them in.
"Hello, Fenton. Come in and sit down. You can take your time. I was just... Well, is everything okay with you? "
"Oh, yes... we can handle it."
"Good to know. Come. You can look at with me if you want... This is a rather old album, you know. This was a collection of Pamela's birthday pictures. A few years ago, actually. But it seems so recent... It's even funny how these things are. Time is very relative and depends very much on the perspective of those who see. "
"I know..."
"Ah, this one was the first time she made cookies. Funny. Pamela could not cook very well, but she insisted on doing something different, only this time. With the excuse of varying things a little on his own birthday. But I knew why... It was to convince our little Sammy to help. So she would gain more 'feminine aptitudes', you know? I will not deny it. This was all pathetic. We can only irritate and irritate her. Even so, we try. And we all ended up grinning as the biscuits came out of the oven all burned and giving off dense black smoke".
"It was fun, in the end. Right, dear? I did not know how to make the proportion of milk with mass... And I think I still do not know these days. If it were not for your mother, I think we would have a serious stomach crisis. I honestly do not know what gave me at that time to propose to take such an attitude. This kind of initiative does not suit me".
"You're right, my dear. But it was a good thing. And Momma cooked something very yummy in place. It's okay that it does not compare to our Buffet made by the great Swiss chef. But that was still very good."
"Yes... This was a warm family party. Something we did not do often."
"Yes... Oh, yes. Pamela, my dear. The Fenton came to visit us."
"Ah. Okay. Sorry, but I had not noticed. Hello, how are... How are you? All right? And the little... Jazz-mine, right? Classes are almost starting over, I hope she's ready to resume the routine."
"Yes, we can manage to organize everything. And... Well, she knows how to prepare much better than we do to get back into the morning routine."
"And also... Well, how are you?"
"We are also leading our lives. At a more 'slow' pace, but we're trying. It will not be easy. No, it will not. It will never be possible to overcome this hollow we are having, you understand. But still, we'll keep going. Steadfast and with love kept; nailed to our breasts with her longing. Our little princess".
"We will never be able to forget that. And we do not want to forget about it, either. So, little by little we are learning how to live with it and know that this longing is something good and can not be seen as pain and loneliness. No. We are living now. One day at a time, always with the affection and purpose of making her proud of us".
"These 'sons' of mine are my inspiration. They make me proud now. I can fully say that my granddaughter would feel the same way. Our family will never fade or fragment. For we have the love that unites us. And physical distance will not be an impediment to this. We love our little girl, just as she loved us too. And that keeps this family. And we will continue... The Manson will always be the Manson. So are you, Fenton. Our families will always be firm and united. I know that I am already an old lady and I am close to the lack of strength, but I am happy that I have reached that age and can see that my son and daughter-in-law will always remain strong. I can be proud of that. And I'm proud of the happiness that we all share. Our children were happy together. And that makes us happy, too".
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"We... we need to say something to you. There is no longer how to avoid or circumvent it. It's very painful... And... And...".
"Alright, Maddie. We'll listen. I do not know what can still be so difficult, but we are here. All together. Let's talk about whatever it is that bothers you so much.".
"I guess we're not good at disguising these things, after all.".
"Certainly not. But it does not matter. You can continue. Let's hear them...".
"I think just 'talking' will not be enough. In fact, we do not have that right. So we decided to show it to you".
"Unfortunately we had not had the guts since a few days ago."
"We needed to absorb all the information first."
"But there are a few days we've found out about these words. We initially thought we'd just send them to you, but..."
"But, we decided we would have to have the courage to delivered hand it over to yours. It's the least we have to do. And it is your right to have access to it."
"We... We... Ah. I think you better read it first... And then you can say whatever you want about it. And whatever it is, we understand."
"And we shall deserve."
With a pause, the Manson family heard everything and stared at them suspiciously at what it might be. And they exchanged glances among themselves. Until they received the screen that displayed many paragraphs and messages.
So they started reading what this would be...
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It was well over half an hour, where the three just read the text in a low voice and did not look away from the monitor screen.
Silence is one of the most distressing and oppressive expressions that people can experience.
And this lasted for about another fifteen minutes after the entire reading. Each one in this room with a different expression. Leading to tears and fury. Or simply with apathetic expression, as if the truth were not reality...
However frightened and disgusted the Fenton might have await in those moments, they never expected what was to come.
Compassion in your eyes.
The acknowledgment of the boy's efforts toward others.
And how much the Fenton themselves suffered from it; this bitterness of guilt stamped on their faces since they entered this residence.
"Alright, before anything else... Since when do you know this... From this... From that email? Of all that... What Danniel wrote here?"
And with that, a long and enlightening conversation began in this new great family. Something to solve all the doubts and pains hidden and devastating. After all, these problems can no longer be something to interfere with their lives. Such pain can no longer generate hatred and sadness. There's no more room for that...
The 'farewell' the boy left for them was too painful to read. When you realize all the dreams and projects that the boy had before and how it all ended... This was very sad.
What would such a message be transformed compared to such petty and superfluous problems left by pride and individualism between them? Something as pure and deep as so much zeal and affection of a heart so naive and child like can not be tainted; a child who left his farewell to everyone. This is something that can not be ridiculed or overshadowed. It was time to overcome disagreements and show unity.
There was so much bitterness and resentment. It was so bleak to read every paragraph and line of it. But it was also liberating.
Knowing how special and loved their daughter was; to know that she was a heroine for all those days together with this very special boy too. Her whole group was composed of kindly young men. True friends.
Both were little stars that shone so brightly in the lives of both families... Only pride and love could represent what these parents received in this life for having these little ones present, in the form of Danny and Sam.
Again crying and sadness filled the mood...
But families could not stand it alone anymore.
Faint and ephemeral disputes... Blows and foolishness by strain and influence...
This was overcome by love for the children who were no longer there...
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#To be continued...
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Author's Final Notes.
I'm not very good at "developing" a work, so I get the impression that the story seems to be "rushed", superficial and strange/incomplete. With this mania of mine, I end up taking too long to update the work... And yet there are many mistakes and "script holes". Mostly spelling mistakes and concordances...
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I practically forced myself to write this chapter, because I was very idle about this plot... It's a very complicated plot to produce. After all, it is in this details that emotions are transmitted.
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I wish I had made every reaction of them, every little detail possible and gratifying of their parents watching all these cozy scenes of both teenagers, but that would result in a job that I'm not ready to do now...
And I also plan to do a "spin-off" on something very important of this plot. A "sequence", and at the same time, an "original" story. The highlight will not be in the couple, but they will end up influencing each paragraph deeply of the content... Wait. ^^
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(08-24-2018 01:19 AM)
I will probably talk and develop more about their parents, and all this moment of overcoming, in the fic titled: Danielle Fenton.
There you can discover and get involved with so much description and emotional clarification of all this moment. The focus will be more 'neat' on this and even I can get a little emotional too.
I do not want to 'trivialize' and do all this and these sufferings as something just a 'history roadmap', no.
These are moments that their parents will have to overcome so much; something so painful... And only with the love for the children, something like this can be overcome.
I do not know if I was clear and objective enough to summarize and elaborate what I planned, but that's it. And I have not yet written any of this that I have already advanced here for you... kkkkk
So I do not know how much of it I can keep.
:P
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I want to illustrate a bit the trajectory of the couple by the ghost zone for some days; without priorities. No goals... And no purpose.
Only a few unpretentious moments. Just a few moments... Days. Weeks. An endless period of reflections and new convictions.
The simple way to deepen the yelling and anxious feelings of fondness and affection. The novel they lacked.
Ps.: Tucker will be all the time considered by them as part of their families. Of this I do not doubt even in the official work. And it facilitates the narrative to my side. :P
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I wrote more than half of this chapter only today (and I realized that I write more of the author's notes than the storyline itself. LOL). It's now 10:10 p.m., but I started to write it since 2:00 p.m. Today is November 20,2018. You know for how many months I am dedicating myself to this work... Planning the scenario and writing such a script? It's almost half a year now! This is just posting, because all this "PhantomVerse" has been in progress since December 2017. And, only today, I finally managed to compose a little, a piece, of the second chapter! This is a complex story...
Now... about so much drama and such great difficulties presented here.
I do not know if I exaggerated or if I could tell, at least a little, how sad it would be. (I hope this is still consistent with the indicative rating of those over thirteen...).
I also apologize if anyone feels uncomfortable about it or something. I never wanted to minimize, disparage or ridicule such painful feelings and moments. It has never been my intention to use something of real life as a reference to this only to promote me or the plot of this work; this was just happening, because I honestly thought of the feelings that it would all involve if it were something really 'real'.
So if anyone reading this is in such a situation of mourning or knows of someone close to him who is suffering like this, try to encourage him (and I give my condolences as well), be warm and listen to him if he wants to speak. Listening at such times is a good way to ease the pain in her heart.
I do not know how much this plot can help anyone to overcome it; this pain (I do not even know if this here could be regarded as mockery or arrogance on my part), or even if there is a way to overcome it. But I hope that this will serve, at least, comfort and welcome. I am sorry if you are going through this and I assure you that by faith and union with our good God everything can be overcome.
Changing a little matter... I do not know anymore if this is a story or outburst. LOL. It's not supposed to be something so tense like this...
But I hope it's a good thing, and teach us to have more empathy for the next person. This is just a story, but feelings must be respected, regardless of who or what circumstances we face.
Soon-soon, I should post part 2 of this chapter. The work must 'slow down' enough from it. But I will not trivialize the repercussion described so far. That would be ridiculous of me.
I would like to write many other things, but I lack creativity at the moment.
So...
Strength and joy in your life!
Happiness is the best gift we can give and/or receive. Constantly, search for it!
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Moment quotes and references.
- "I have the force...!" - Famous phrase (adapted) from a great classic. He-Man!
- "Anthropomorphic egg". - To what I researched, this 'content' is a subject to which the characters of this work know and like. But not exactly the infantile 'ding' on the subject, but something related to a rock band in the drawing itself. I do not know much about this, so it may have been very vague... Humpty Dumpty.
All the topics mentioned here are not my property. I used only to 'enrich' the narrative and characters with agitated moments during this chapter of fic.
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Now that I've stopped to think about it, I realized that I wrote part of the character mentality here using as reference the movies in the animated series entitled "How to train your dragon", especially for our main character couple. I can assure you this was not purposeful. I think the subconscious can sometimes surprise you a lot, right?
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Until the next.
Chapter will now be much shorter compared to the first. After all, it is the 'core' of fic. ^^