Finally, YAY HOORAY!!!!! I killed Colin off, Let's Party! Just Kidding. This is my first fanfic. Read and review
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Disclaimer- I don't own Everwood or its characters, however every once in a while my own character will appear. Too bad I don't own Gregory Smith!
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Chapter 1-
When Rivers Were Cried
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She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. It was such a beautiful day she thought looking up at the sky, it would be the perfect day to go to the lake with Colin, she thought about what they'd do, and all of a sudden reality hit her with a hard blow. She was at Colin's funeral. As reality filtered through her head she started crying again, she looked at her tissue and tried to remember the good times. But the good times had been very few after colin woke up from a coma. Apparently the funeral was over, the casket in the dirt, but somehow Amy didn't take this seriously,yet. Reality hadn't completely sunk in yet. On the way home from the cemetery, she thought about school the next day without Colin, and she finally realized he was gone for good. She slowly banged her head against the car window, and sobbed quietly.
Bright fumbled with the buttons on his suit, his eyes were red and squinty and often during the short car ride home did he bury his head in his hands to cry. He hadn't spoken since Colin's death 3 days ago, and he barely ate. Dr. and Mrs. Abbott sat grimly in the front seat trying mentally to figure out ways to help their children cope with the horrible things that had happened over the last 3 days.
In the Brown car, the emotions were different. Dr. Brown drove the car in frustration, thinking about what he did wrong in the surgery and what he could have done better. Ephram felt a lot of sorrow, but not for the death of Colin, for heartbroken Amy. Delia had fallen asleep in his lap.
That day, the small town of Everwood was in despair. Rivers were cried, they had lost Colin Hart the noble teenage boy that survived through endless procedures, yet his body had finally given up.
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What did you think??? Tell me, e-mail me @ mimi3890@aol.com, put fanfic in the subject so I know what its about. Thanks! -m!¢heLLe
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Disclaimer- I don't own Everwood or its characters, however every once in a while my own character will appear. Too bad I don't own Gregory Smith!
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Chapter 1-
When Rivers Were Cried
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She fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. It was such a beautiful day she thought looking up at the sky, it would be the perfect day to go to the lake with Colin, she thought about what they'd do, and all of a sudden reality hit her with a hard blow. She was at Colin's funeral. As reality filtered through her head she started crying again, she looked at her tissue and tried to remember the good times. But the good times had been very few after colin woke up from a coma. Apparently the funeral was over, the casket in the dirt, but somehow Amy didn't take this seriously,yet. Reality hadn't completely sunk in yet. On the way home from the cemetery, she thought about school the next day without Colin, and she finally realized he was gone for good. She slowly banged her head against the car window, and sobbed quietly.
Bright fumbled with the buttons on his suit, his eyes were red and squinty and often during the short car ride home did he bury his head in his hands to cry. He hadn't spoken since Colin's death 3 days ago, and he barely ate. Dr. and Mrs. Abbott sat grimly in the front seat trying mentally to figure out ways to help their children cope with the horrible things that had happened over the last 3 days.
In the Brown car, the emotions were different. Dr. Brown drove the car in frustration, thinking about what he did wrong in the surgery and what he could have done better. Ephram felt a lot of sorrow, but not for the death of Colin, for heartbroken Amy. Delia had fallen asleep in his lap.
That day, the small town of Everwood was in despair. Rivers were cried, they had lost Colin Hart the noble teenage boy that survived through endless procedures, yet his body had finally given up.
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What did you think??? Tell me, e-mail me @ mimi3890@aol.com, put fanfic in the subject so I know what its about. Thanks! -m!¢heLLe