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The night of Gretch and David's departure finally arrived, a week before her wedding date. David had spent the day getting ready to leave, saying good bye to as many people as he could. Of course, he couldn't say the exact words, "good bye", but he found a way to tell everyone in his life how important they were to him.
Gretch got ready two, only in a different way. She stayed clear of her family as much as possible. She spent the majority of her day in her room, packing only the important things. There was little at home that was important to Gretch.
The night approached, and Gretch climbed out her window to meet up with David at a planned place. She placed a note on her vanity, hoping no one would find it until morning. Everything was in order, and they were about to leave forever.
Every suitcase carefully packed, every possesion tucked away, they were ready. Gretch had purchased tickets to a small suburb far north-east of the city. Gretch met David at his house, it was easiest. She sat there waiting for him for atleast ten minutes, too afraid to call and draw attention to herself.
David snuck down the fire-escape rapidly, yet quitely, in hopes of creating a new life for himself, and for Gretch. There she stood, in the middle of the freezing cold March night, looking beautiful as ever. They got all their things together, and shared a brief kiss before heading for the train station.
Finding they're way in the dark city night was difficult, and Gretch had this constant paranoia telling her they were being followed. They turned street corner after street corner, and crossed what seemed to be one- hundred streets. Until, they eventually found themselves just steets away from the train station.
The stopped to rest, the pace at which they were walking was faster than either of them had ever done in their life. Then, out of the shaddows, crept their watcher. The man who had been reporting to Alexander Chase for many weeks. "Where do you think your going?" he said loudly, causing both to stare.
"Who are you?" David asked, instinctivley stepping in front of Gretch to protect her.
"I dont need to answer to you" he glared, with a hint of evil in his eye, "Im here on orders"
There was nothing stopping him now. He pulled a gun swiftly out of his coat pocket, and fired twice into Davids chest. He ran away as soon as he could, escaping forever. Gretch shrieked in horror, and sat next to David. She could quite comprehend this, he lay there dying, eyes fluttering, getting colder by the second.
Confused at this sudden, but violent attack on the man she loved, Gretch wailed with hate and love and the same time as she knelt next to Davids dying body.
"David?" she said crying, "David can you hear me?" she asked nervously.
"Yes" he answered feebily.
"David, your going to be fine" Gretch told him, lying to herself.
"No, he said, I wont" he gasped for air, "it hurts" he said, tears rolling down his face
"I know" she cried with him, "it will all be over soon" she held him in her arms as he lay there dying.
"Gretchen Walker" he said to his love, "I have always loved you" and then his body went limp. He was gone, forever.
"I love you too" she said to his now empty body.
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Gretch found new strength in her love, she picked up Davids corpse and carried it, it was now lighter than it had been when he occupied it. She carried him all the way to the place they first met, cental park. It was a symbol of their love, a place they often visited together.
Her hands were now gleaming in the moonlight with her love's blood. She layed him down on the bench that they sat the first time he ever kissed her. She had so many memories of their short-lived romance. She kissed his forehead, and said one last goodbye to the boy, the man, that showed her how to love.
Solemly she walked to the train station, the weight of her sadness on her shoulders. By the time she arrived at the staion, the train had almost left without her. She quickly boarded her train and found a seat. Her luggage, that she had left behind, didnt even cross her mind, and she left New York with nothing but the money in her pocket, and her love's blood on her hands.
This was what she had to do, leave New York forever, with David or not. Staying in New York, and going through with the wedding as if nothing happened, or even if she didn't, would be extremely painfull. She had to rid her memories of the stench of the wealthy life, the anger of her parents coldness, the look of Alexander Chase. Yes, she had to leave.
She vowed to herself to live the rest of her life in memory of David Jacobs. She would never marry, bare any children, she would never have the life she was planning to, just days before. Her life would be focused on something she now found more important than those things, the memory of her first love, her only love.
The night of Gretch and David's departure finally arrived, a week before her wedding date. David had spent the day getting ready to leave, saying good bye to as many people as he could. Of course, he couldn't say the exact words, "good bye", but he found a way to tell everyone in his life how important they were to him.
Gretch got ready two, only in a different way. She stayed clear of her family as much as possible. She spent the majority of her day in her room, packing only the important things. There was little at home that was important to Gretch.
The night approached, and Gretch climbed out her window to meet up with David at a planned place. She placed a note on her vanity, hoping no one would find it until morning. Everything was in order, and they were about to leave forever.
Every suitcase carefully packed, every possesion tucked away, they were ready. Gretch had purchased tickets to a small suburb far north-east of the city. Gretch met David at his house, it was easiest. She sat there waiting for him for atleast ten minutes, too afraid to call and draw attention to herself.
David snuck down the fire-escape rapidly, yet quitely, in hopes of creating a new life for himself, and for Gretch. There she stood, in the middle of the freezing cold March night, looking beautiful as ever. They got all their things together, and shared a brief kiss before heading for the train station.
Finding they're way in the dark city night was difficult, and Gretch had this constant paranoia telling her they were being followed. They turned street corner after street corner, and crossed what seemed to be one- hundred streets. Until, they eventually found themselves just steets away from the train station.
The stopped to rest, the pace at which they were walking was faster than either of them had ever done in their life. Then, out of the shaddows, crept their watcher. The man who had been reporting to Alexander Chase for many weeks. "Where do you think your going?" he said loudly, causing both to stare.
"Who are you?" David asked, instinctivley stepping in front of Gretch to protect her.
"I dont need to answer to you" he glared, with a hint of evil in his eye, "Im here on orders"
There was nothing stopping him now. He pulled a gun swiftly out of his coat pocket, and fired twice into Davids chest. He ran away as soon as he could, escaping forever. Gretch shrieked in horror, and sat next to David. She could quite comprehend this, he lay there dying, eyes fluttering, getting colder by the second.
Confused at this sudden, but violent attack on the man she loved, Gretch wailed with hate and love and the same time as she knelt next to Davids dying body.
"David?" she said crying, "David can you hear me?" she asked nervously.
"Yes" he answered feebily.
"David, your going to be fine" Gretch told him, lying to herself.
"No, he said, I wont" he gasped for air, "it hurts" he said, tears rolling down his face
"I know" she cried with him, "it will all be over soon" she held him in her arms as he lay there dying.
"Gretchen Walker" he said to his love, "I have always loved you" and then his body went limp. He was gone, forever.
"I love you too" she said to his now empty body.
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Gretch found new strength in her love, she picked up Davids corpse and carried it, it was now lighter than it had been when he occupied it. She carried him all the way to the place they first met, cental park. It was a symbol of their love, a place they often visited together.
Her hands were now gleaming in the moonlight with her love's blood. She layed him down on the bench that they sat the first time he ever kissed her. She had so many memories of their short-lived romance. She kissed his forehead, and said one last goodbye to the boy, the man, that showed her how to love.
Solemly she walked to the train station, the weight of her sadness on her shoulders. By the time she arrived at the staion, the train had almost left without her. She quickly boarded her train and found a seat. Her luggage, that she had left behind, didnt even cross her mind, and she left New York with nothing but the money in her pocket, and her love's blood on her hands.
This was what she had to do, leave New York forever, with David or not. Staying in New York, and going through with the wedding as if nothing happened, or even if she didn't, would be extremely painfull. She had to rid her memories of the stench of the wealthy life, the anger of her parents coldness, the look of Alexander Chase. Yes, she had to leave.
She vowed to herself to live the rest of her life in memory of David Jacobs. She would never marry, bare any children, she would never have the life she was planning to, just days before. Her life would be focused on something she now found more important than those things, the memory of her first love, her only love.