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Chapter 22: Not Going Anywhere
That afternoon after I had talked with Pi, I bought red roses and put them on Reggie's doorstep. As I walked down the walkway after doing so, I saw Ray talking to a woman about the Church, and then they split as he walked up the walkway. He looked surprised to see me there, but smiled. I looked him in the eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said gently. "Please tell Reggie that." Ray smiled at me as I said this, and then I walked back to my car. I didn't have time to talk a lot because I had to begin a special project that I will reveal to you, the reader, later in my story. But anyways, the love that I felt for Reggie wouldn't make me go anywhere. Reggie was my angel, and I would stay with her forever, despite her sickness. Not even death could break us apart.
When I got home, I noticed that the engine of my car was smoking. It shouldn't have been doing that considering I only drove to the 7-11 and then to Reggie's house. I began to work on it, and finally got everything all cleared up. As I slammed the hood down, I felt a presence behind me. It was probably Pi, but I really wanted it to be Reggie. We had so much to work out.
"I'm not going anywhere, either," I heard the voice say. Thank God Himself that it was Reggie. She stood on the sidewalk, wearing the sweater. She looked so beautiful, even though she dressed as she had normally dressed. Reggie Rocket was so beautiful, she didn't even have to try to look good.
"Hey," I said to her as I walked in her direction.
"Look," she said. "I'm sorry. I should've told you sooner."
"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I made you do all kinds of stuff-------"
"No, if anything," she cut me off, "you kept me healthy longer." She smiled at me as I took her hand in mine. I shuddered to think that it wasn't too long before I could never hold this hand again. I couldn't imagine living without her. She was my whole world.
"Are you scared?" I asked her, wondering if she was as scared as I was. But I didn't think it possible.
"To death," she replied, following with a grin. I just couldn't smile, even if I watched her smile. I was worried about her and upset. Upset that soon I would lose my true love. I would never love again.
"Oh, Lars. Don't be so serious. I was joking. Why don't you laugh?" she asked me sweetly as she touched my cheek.
"It's not funny," I replied, not seeing the joke in my angel dying. But she just wanted to live life until that dreadful day came. She wasn't going to worry and mope around until she died.
"But," she said, "there is one thing that I'm afraid of." Tears rushed to her eyes. "I'm afraid of not being with you."
"Oh baby, that will never happen," I replied as I hugged her and kissed her forehead. She put her arms around me and we just cried there together. But we soon stopped because we had no reason to cry yet. We had to live our lives just like it was never going to happen. So instead of crying, we went to the beach. We would be OK. Even after her death, we would be together.
Chapter 22: Not Going Anywhere
That afternoon after I had talked with Pi, I bought red roses and put them on Reggie's doorstep. As I walked down the walkway after doing so, I saw Ray talking to a woman about the Church, and then they split as he walked up the walkway. He looked surprised to see me there, but smiled. I looked him in the eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said gently. "Please tell Reggie that." Ray smiled at me as I said this, and then I walked back to my car. I didn't have time to talk a lot because I had to begin a special project that I will reveal to you, the reader, later in my story. But anyways, the love that I felt for Reggie wouldn't make me go anywhere. Reggie was my angel, and I would stay with her forever, despite her sickness. Not even death could break us apart.
When I got home, I noticed that the engine of my car was smoking. It shouldn't have been doing that considering I only drove to the 7-11 and then to Reggie's house. I began to work on it, and finally got everything all cleared up. As I slammed the hood down, I felt a presence behind me. It was probably Pi, but I really wanted it to be Reggie. We had so much to work out.
"I'm not going anywhere, either," I heard the voice say. Thank God Himself that it was Reggie. She stood on the sidewalk, wearing the sweater. She looked so beautiful, even though she dressed as she had normally dressed. Reggie Rocket was so beautiful, she didn't even have to try to look good.
"Hey," I said to her as I walked in her direction.
"Look," she said. "I'm sorry. I should've told you sooner."
"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I made you do all kinds of stuff-------"
"No, if anything," she cut me off, "you kept me healthy longer." She smiled at me as I took her hand in mine. I shuddered to think that it wasn't too long before I could never hold this hand again. I couldn't imagine living without her. She was my whole world.
"Are you scared?" I asked her, wondering if she was as scared as I was. But I didn't think it possible.
"To death," she replied, following with a grin. I just couldn't smile, even if I watched her smile. I was worried about her and upset. Upset that soon I would lose my true love. I would never love again.
"Oh, Lars. Don't be so serious. I was joking. Why don't you laugh?" she asked me sweetly as she touched my cheek.
"It's not funny," I replied, not seeing the joke in my angel dying. But she just wanted to live life until that dreadful day came. She wasn't going to worry and mope around until she died.
"But," she said, "there is one thing that I'm afraid of." Tears rushed to her eyes. "I'm afraid of not being with you."
"Oh baby, that will never happen," I replied as I hugged her and kissed her forehead. She put her arms around me and we just cried there together. But we soon stopped because we had no reason to cry yet. We had to live our lives just like it was never going to happen. So instead of crying, we went to the beach. We would be OK. Even after her death, we would be together.