A/N a little fic showing Sarah's feelings at loosing Charlie. R/R
Autumn leaves crunched under our feet, we strode on neither of us taking any notice at the trail left behind us. We had passed this way many times before, normally the air filled with joy and laughter. The sun always had shone, or so it seemed and they had always been happy times. Our walks were looked forward to, and we knew every tree, every bush, every nook and crania along this well trodden path.
But this time it was different the very air seemed to cling to us, the dampness seemed to weigh heavy on our shoulders, and the piles of multi- coloured leaves were like snowfall dragging at our footsteps. The birds which normally joined our joy-full walks were silent, seemed to sense the depression and unhappiness that covered us.
This time is was different, this time something was not quite the same. I looked up gazing with my big brown eyes at the person I had come to love, walking by my side. His face was set; he seemed not to notice the surroundings or me. The eyes normally full of laughter looked tired and red rimmed.
I remembered the last few days and what had happened, how our happy life devastated; changed to this sombre state of depression.
We had been three then, each in love with the other; the world had been such a happy place, our lives content. We were truly happy. One morning when I went woke up nest to him in bed, he was not asleep as normal. He sat in the bed, hair dishevelled, tears rolling down his unshaven face, something I had never seen before. He hugged me, and I tried to kiss him letting him know I was there. Instead he let out a noise that seemed come from somewhere deep inside of him, a sobbing sort of cry as animal might make when in pain.
He buried his head against mine and again the tears came.
The next couple of days all he did was sit and stare out the window, or flick his way through pictures of our time together. I went out, I had to, I could not bare to see him like this, it was tearing my heart a part, I loved this man.
Then yesterday, was it so short a time ago, I had woken up as normal, to find him already up and dressed. He gave me a gentle cuddle, and looked at me with those now red rimmed eyes.
That was the last I saw of him all day, I tried to wait up for him but was so tired.
When I woke in the morning I knew he had been back, I could feel it, rose from my warm bed to look for him, but something seemed odd, I turned to the corner of the room, where our antique wardrobe stood, it was open, all his clothes were gone.
I ran down the stairs, praying it was a dream, when I reached the kitchen, once my favourite room, where family meals where shared and holidays were spent, on the table was a little note and on the front in what I knew to be his handwriting was written dear Sarah.. it was then I knew that he has left, for good.
Autumn leaves crunched under our feet, we strode on neither of us taking any notice at the trail left behind us. We had passed this way many times before, normally the air filled with joy and laughter. The sun always had shone, or so it seemed and they had always been happy times. Our walks were looked forward to, and we knew every tree, every bush, every nook and crania along this well trodden path.
But this time it was different the very air seemed to cling to us, the dampness seemed to weigh heavy on our shoulders, and the piles of multi- coloured leaves were like snowfall dragging at our footsteps. The birds which normally joined our joy-full walks were silent, seemed to sense the depression and unhappiness that covered us.
This time is was different, this time something was not quite the same. I looked up gazing with my big brown eyes at the person I had come to love, walking by my side. His face was set; he seemed not to notice the surroundings or me. The eyes normally full of laughter looked tired and red rimmed.
I remembered the last few days and what had happened, how our happy life devastated; changed to this sombre state of depression.
We had been three then, each in love with the other; the world had been such a happy place, our lives content. We were truly happy. One morning when I went woke up nest to him in bed, he was not asleep as normal. He sat in the bed, hair dishevelled, tears rolling down his unshaven face, something I had never seen before. He hugged me, and I tried to kiss him letting him know I was there. Instead he let out a noise that seemed come from somewhere deep inside of him, a sobbing sort of cry as animal might make when in pain.
He buried his head against mine and again the tears came.
The next couple of days all he did was sit and stare out the window, or flick his way through pictures of our time together. I went out, I had to, I could not bare to see him like this, it was tearing my heart a part, I loved this man.
Then yesterday, was it so short a time ago, I had woken up as normal, to find him already up and dressed. He gave me a gentle cuddle, and looked at me with those now red rimmed eyes.
That was the last I saw of him all day, I tried to wait up for him but was so tired.
When I woke in the morning I knew he had been back, I could feel it, rose from my warm bed to look for him, but something seemed odd, I turned to the corner of the room, where our antique wardrobe stood, it was open, all his clothes were gone.
I ran down the stairs, praying it was a dream, when I reached the kitchen, once my favourite room, where family meals where shared and holidays were spent, on the table was a little note and on the front in what I knew to be his handwriting was written dear Sarah.. it was then I knew that he has left, for good.