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Chapter 10- I'm the Reason!
Clive stood at the end of the aisle; his bride took careful steps towards him. He had a fake smile plastered on his face. He wasn't going to be able to do this.
"Hey honey," Rebecka said through her white veil.
"You may sit," the pastor said sweetly and guests took their seats. Sweat began to slide down Clive's face, he couldn't betray Flora like this, he just couldn't.
"Wait," Clive stood towards the crowd, suddenly happy faces turned into frightened frowns. "I can't, I'm sorry, Rebecka," he turned to her and took her hand, "I just can't," he shook his head and ran.
He got into his car and turned the key. Clive drove off without another word to the Professor or to his now devastated bride. He drove out of the city and into the country side. A small dirt road led to a tiny town, right across a river. A bridge fell in front of him and he ran across.
He ran past the robotic people, past the shops, over a small rover that separates the town from the manor. He ran right into a garden with now, two graves instead of one.
"Flora, I'm sorry!" He shouted while sinking to his knees. "I'm the reason your dead! I'm the reason you're not my bride! I'm the reason you barely lived your life at all…" Tears streamed down his face. "If I would, I would take my life to get yours back. I would do anything to bring you back, anything at all," He put his face in his hands and cried until he couldn't anymore. Clive fell asleep right next to her grave. In the morning the Professor found him, expecting him to be there.
"Clive, wake up," the Professor shook him awake. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was red and splotchy.
"I can't live like this, knowing that killed her," Clive curled himself into the fetal position.
"You didn't kill her Clive, I have proof," the Professor pulled a pink notebook out of his coat, "I have been so selfish not to share this with you, but I couldn't bring myself to give it up." Clive looked at it in disbelief "It is the notebook she wrote in on her way out of Scotland Yard, the day she died."
"Oh my God," Clive carefully took the notebook out of the Professor's hand.
8/25/55
Dear Diary,
Today has been crazy; the Professor didn't have time to visit Clive, so I figured I might as well go. It started out good, but then I took something he said way too seriously and stormed out. I feel terrible now, because I made Clive feel terrible and I embarrassed him in front of the other prisoners. He did nothing wrong, and I just hope he will forgive me.
Right now I'm on a park bench thinking of what to do; I really want to go back in Scotland Yard to apologize, but I don't have the guts. All I can do is cry. He as been nothing but good to me, and to be honest, I think he is the only one who truly understands. And I think that is why I love him. Me and him, we share something that no one else does. He understands me and I understand him. We understand each other and I think that's what true love is.
Flora.
And with that Clive placed a white lily on her grave.