Brady opened his eyes and he was standing outside in a cemetary. What am I doing here? He thought. I have to get home to Chloe! She must be worried sick by now! He suddenly realized Chloe was standing next to him, wearing a black dress, looking straight ahead, her eyes cold.
Brady looked around and saw members of his family and friends standing around a coffin that was about to be lowered into the ground. Who died? He wondered. And why haven't I been informed? He saw Belle slumped against her father, sobbing. He looked around again and almost everyone he knew were there. Who's funeral was this? He started to ask someone, when he heard the preacher.
"Brady Victor Black was a wonderful young man who touched the lives..."
Brady stopped listening. Brady Black? Me? I'm not dead! He thought. He was about to shout and inform them that he was right there, couldn't they see, when a whirlwind of memory swept him back to last night.
When he had talked to Chloe on the phone, he had been worried about his grandmother, who was very ill, and it didn't occur to him that he didn't even tell Chloe he loved her until he was on his way back to Salem. He'd picked up his cell phone and dialed the number. The phone wouldnt put the call through.
"Dammit!" He cursed as he dropped the phone into the floorboard. He bent down to pick up the phone and didn't realize there was a bridge ahead. The road he was on was high on a hill, and below there was a river, and while he was looking for the phone, the car veered off the road and into the river. The impact of his head hitting the windshield knocked Brady unconcious. A passing car called 911. He was rushed to the Salem hospital where Craig was on duty. He had a faint pulse when they took him in, but they soon discovered he had severe internal injuries. Craig rushed him into surgery and did all he could, but the bleeding was too massive. His heart stopped for the last time at 2:32 A.M., about the same time Chloe came to the conclusion that Brady had left her. Brady remembered seeing his mother-and Chloe was there, and Brady told her he loved her and would spend his birthday with his mother.
Brady snapped back from the memory so suddenly he didn't know where he was. Then he realized that now he was standing in Chloe's room, and she was crying on her bed.
I'm dead, he thought, his heart aching for Chloe.
"You're gone, Brady." Chloe said suddenly through her sobs.
"I'll never see you again and it's all my fault. I didn't believe enough in your love, I didn't wait to find out what happened. And now you're gone. Forever." She slumped back into the pillows, sobbing.
"Oh Chloe!" Brady said, crying and somehow knowing she couldn't hear him. "It's ok, babe, it's not your fault. I love you, Chloe, I love you so much!" He felt himself fading, felt his soul being pulled toward wherever it belonged and he fought it violently, yelling, "She needs me! Can't you see she needs me now?" Suddenly the constant pull stopped, and he walked toward Chloe, looking down at her. He touched her hair, and Chloe gasped.
"I love you, Diva." He said, and Chloe sat up in bed.
"I love you too, Brady!" She cried, and Brady smiled. Chloe felt his smile just as if she had seen him standing there. But she knew it wasn't real. Brady was gone. She knew it was all in her head because she loved him so much.
"Goodbye, Brady." She said brokenly. She cried on her bed, never knowing Brady was sitting right beside her, wishing he could hold her.
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Brady looked around and saw members of his family and friends standing around a coffin that was about to be lowered into the ground. Who died? He wondered. And why haven't I been informed? He saw Belle slumped against her father, sobbing. He looked around again and almost everyone he knew were there. Who's funeral was this? He started to ask someone, when he heard the preacher.
"Brady Victor Black was a wonderful young man who touched the lives..."
Brady stopped listening. Brady Black? Me? I'm not dead! He thought. He was about to shout and inform them that he was right there, couldn't they see, when a whirlwind of memory swept him back to last night.
When he had talked to Chloe on the phone, he had been worried about his grandmother, who was very ill, and it didn't occur to him that he didn't even tell Chloe he loved her until he was on his way back to Salem. He'd picked up his cell phone and dialed the number. The phone wouldnt put the call through.
"Dammit!" He cursed as he dropped the phone into the floorboard. He bent down to pick up the phone and didn't realize there was a bridge ahead. The road he was on was high on a hill, and below there was a river, and while he was looking for the phone, the car veered off the road and into the river. The impact of his head hitting the windshield knocked Brady unconcious. A passing car called 911. He was rushed to the Salem hospital where Craig was on duty. He had a faint pulse when they took him in, but they soon discovered he had severe internal injuries. Craig rushed him into surgery and did all he could, but the bleeding was too massive. His heart stopped for the last time at 2:32 A.M., about the same time Chloe came to the conclusion that Brady had left her. Brady remembered seeing his mother-and Chloe was there, and Brady told her he loved her and would spend his birthday with his mother.
Brady snapped back from the memory so suddenly he didn't know where he was. Then he realized that now he was standing in Chloe's room, and she was crying on her bed.
I'm dead, he thought, his heart aching for Chloe.
"You're gone, Brady." Chloe said suddenly through her sobs.
"I'll never see you again and it's all my fault. I didn't believe enough in your love, I didn't wait to find out what happened. And now you're gone. Forever." She slumped back into the pillows, sobbing.
"Oh Chloe!" Brady said, crying and somehow knowing she couldn't hear him. "It's ok, babe, it's not your fault. I love you, Chloe, I love you so much!" He felt himself fading, felt his soul being pulled toward wherever it belonged and he fought it violently, yelling, "She needs me! Can't you see she needs me now?" Suddenly the constant pull stopped, and he walked toward Chloe, looking down at her. He touched her hair, and Chloe gasped.
"I love you, Diva." He said, and Chloe sat up in bed.
"I love you too, Brady!" She cried, and Brady smiled. Chloe felt his smile just as if she had seen him standing there. But she knew it wasn't real. Brady was gone. She knew it was all in her head because she loved him so much.
"Goodbye, Brady." She said brokenly. She cried on her bed, never knowing Brady was sitting right beside her, wishing he could hold her.
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