Chapter 9: The Last Hour
By: Cimmy
(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: This is the first thing I've written in over a month. I think I'm burnt out. Nah, not really. Here are a few shout-outs:
Kristine; nobody is going to get killed, and hopefully not me. And you can't
kill me, because then you won't know how it ends, right? Since you're my lovely
co-writer and also responsible for this so-called disaster, I'll let it slide
for now. And for crying out loud, stop being so adorable. It's annoying. Just
kidding. I still love you.
Nellie: I definitely wouldn't want to make you cry, so just close your eyes
or something when you read the sad parts. Updating will go faster now, I
promise.
Chelsea: As I said; could you get
a more random, but classic review? And don't mention the reviews I've given
you, because that's not fair...
Flat*Out*Crazy: You don't like blueberries? Yikes. I haven't really figured out if
it cures a writer's block yet, but since I haven't been able to write for
almost a whole month, I have my theories. Keep rambling; I do that a lot too.
Emily: I feel bad about your cat. I don't want you to scare the cat
anymore, so I might consider that happy ending. You're really funny when you're
scaring yourself. Be safe now, stay away from the walls, this might become a
bit sad.
aznJEDI13: Thank you, great, I will, and I'm glad. And he won't die. Probably.
Thanks for reading my story!
Joc: Guy's not going to die. I can almost promise you that, now when
I've already finished the story. Just keep reading, and find out...!
Iawen
Londea: I hope this will clear things up a bit, or
make it worse, I don't know. I'm evil, yes, I know. He, he. Thank you so much
for your review!
connie-4-guy: Okay, that was a strange review, but I take whatever I can get.
It's always nice to get some constructive criticism... (Sarcasm, by the way.)
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It was almost dark when they arrived at the pond, after Guy had convinced a stubborn Connie that McDonald's wasn't as romantic. Connie got out of the car and leaned over the open door. "So, why are we here? There's no ice."
"I'm not blind. Just a bit disabled."
"You're still not funny."
"Could we stop with the bickering? Can we go for a walk?"
"You won't dash off to pick any apples, or anything?" Connie muttered.
"I promise, I'll restrain myself."
They both strolled towards the park. The rain clouds were gone, despite the heavy rain earlier. "It turned out to be great, didn't it?" Connie said.
"What?"
"The weather."
"I guess it did," Guy shrugged. "But it was never about the weather, was it?"
"How do you mean?" Connie asked.
"It would've happened anyway, you know."
"I know. But you'll be alright, in the end. Right?"
Guy tilted his head to the side. "Look, Connie..."
Instead of paying attention, Connie interrupted him with a happy squeal. "They have put up the lights!" She turned around and waved at Guy. "We have to go down there."
"Lights?" Guy mumbled. "What kind of lights? Do you have a fever?"
"The lights around the outside stage, of course. You know, they put them up every year, around springtime."
"Oh, right. Why, again?"
Connie sighed and dragged him along. "They have those outdoor dances here, don't you remember? They light up the whole area and..."
"Yeah, yeah, I remember. Lights, dance, outdoor, lovely. Why are we here?" Guy questioned.
"No reason." Connie jumped up on the brick wall that surrounded the dance pavilion. "We used to sit here and watch them dance."
"We did?"
"Do you suffer from amnesia or something? We all did. Remember that Charlie used to be down here and sob just because there was no ice during the summer? And Averman used to complain just because nobody paid attention to his jokes?"
"Right. And Goldberg tried to allure those innocent children to give him their candy? And then he got banned from the place?"
"Not banned. Just yelled at by all the mothers," Connie laughed. "It was fun, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, it was. So, you want to dance?"
"With an imaginary ghost? What would people think?"
"Probably that you're dancing with yourself, and is quite an insane little girl. But that's no news," Guy smiled. Connie shoved at him. "No, seriously. There's nobody else here."
Connie raised her eyebrows and pressed her lips together. "Eh... Okay, I guess." Guy took her hand and tugged her down from the wall. They both walked out to the middle of the dance floor. "Don't we need music?"
"If you can imagine a ghost, can't you imagine music?" Guy teased her.
"I thought you weren't a ghost."
"Shut up, I'm trying to be affectionate. You're disturbing me," Guy smiled.
"You're always so romantic," Connie rolled her eyes, putting her arms around his neck. "I like that you're not transparent anymore."
"Yeah, it's quite nice."
Connie sighed, for the first time feeling calm. She was starting to feel as if it was all going to work out well. Guy was there, and the fact the he really wasn't there didn't haunt her like it had done before at the hospital. Connie rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Imagination was pretty cool.
Suddenly she lost her grip around his neck, and she looked at him. "You're fading."
"I am, aren't I?" Guy nodded.
Connie clasped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God! This means Guy's getting better! We have to go to the hospital!"
"Wait! Connie! I have to tell you something. It's important."
"Tell me quick, and while we're walking," Connie begged, getting ready to run towards the car. Guy threw himself after her, but was unable to get hold of her arm.
"Connie, could you just stop? I can't grab you, you have to stop."
"Fine, what's it about?"
"Maybe I wasn't completely honest before. This is actually the only day I'll be here."
"Yeah, hopefully!" Connie said pointedly.
"No, you don't understand. I had one day to prove to you that I'll always be with you, some way or another, spiritually. That no matter what happens, you'll make it, even if it means that I'm not with you in person."
"But..."
"I'm dying, simple as that. But I'll always be with you anyway, and..."
"Oh, shut up! That's crap! You're not dying, and why would you drag me along on a stupid date when you know that I'd rather be at the hospital if you actually were dying?"
"This is the last hour. I think you should go back. Without me."
"Don't be ridiculous," Connie raged. "You're coming with me, of course. And what do you mean 'the last hour'?"
"Remember Cinderella?"
"Of course."
"I'll be gone at midnight, ironically enough. And I probably won't come back."
Connie glared at him. What did he mean by that? Then it struck her. "You mean; you're dying for real?"
"I wasn't allowed to tell you that, but... I'm sorry. I wanted to spend one last day with you. To tell you that I love you; that I'll always be with you and that you're going to make it fine on your own. I'm so sorry."
This time, when Connie ran off in tears, Guy didn't make any attempts of following her.
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