Guy's POV
Mine and Connie's lives have been intertwined so long, that when it came time to pick our object for the time capsule, we just agreed on one thing to save room in the box. It would be something that meant the world to both of us, something that seemed insignificant to anyone that didn't know what it represented. Everyone standing with us knows and as my wife pulls the tiny trinket from the capsule, I hear her heart break.
A small plastic bracelet, the ones they put on a baby when it's first born. A simple piece of clear plastic, that too this day still reads 'Baby Girl Germaine'. If you were to look up records now, it would say she never existed. I know the truth though, I know she's real because I held her in my arms.
I was just barely seventeen, when Connie called me in tears. She'd missed two periods and took a home pregnancy test. It came back positive. I was going to be a Daddy and I was still a child myself. I remember sitting on the phone with her and crying along, until we both fell asleep, without hanging up.
Accusations were hurled by our parents. Mine saying Connie got pregnant on purpose to trap me. Hers insisting I'd pressured her into sleeping with me. It was vicious and scary, but through it all, I was there for her.
Abortion was out of the question for more then one reason, so Connie kept the baby. We had to do what's right after all. The administration at Eden Hall nearly blew a gasket at the thought of a student with child. We didn't care though, and my girl continued to waddle down the hall. She got more beautiful to me everyday.
Our little one was born just after the end of our Junior year. I remember running over to the table where they were cleaning her and counting her digits. All ten fingers, all ten toes. A perfect little mix of myself and the women I loved. I was a father.
We wanted so badly too keep her, forever and always. To be the family that precious angel needed, but we knew we were just too young. And I saw the pain in Connie's eyes when they let her hold the baby one last time before she had to go. I wanted then to just grab her and run before the social worker came and took her away from us. To change my mind and deny the couple that were waiting to raise out child as their own.
I didn't though, our parents reminded us to do what's right, and the man did come and left with my daughter. She was adopted out to a good family, so I've heard. Her name's Penelope Schwartz now, according to the updates we get. We received a picture a few weeks ago, she's going to be a real heartbreaker one day. She looks just like her mother, her birth mother that is, but she's got m eyes.
I remember the day we buried that capsule, with our little girl's bracelet inside. It was exactly a year after her birth. A year since Connie and I had given her life. Instead of throwing a huge birthday party like we should've been and would've been had faith allowed, we were celebrating graduation. In truth my heart wasn't in it, I know my girlfriend's wasn't either. It was a bitter and painful night for the both of us. We went home that night and fell asleep crying into the phone like we had the night we found out she was coming.
Oh how I miss her. People often ask me how I can miss something I never really had. I always tell them, if they'd been through it they'd know. It's like having a part of you ripped out. Connie's in tears right now clutching our memento to her chest. I can feel my own tears starting to well. Ten years and still the hurt is fresh, like it was only yesterday the man in the suit lifted her from her cradle and walked away. Destroying our fledgling family in the process.
We do have a family now, Connie and I. We've been married for eight years and have six year old twins. They're gorgeous children, one girl Megan and a boy Mark, but they'll never fill the void inside of us. We'll never be complete without her, she's the missing piece in our puzzle of life. Not a day goes by that I don't wonder where she is or what she's doing. It kills me to know what we gave up for the sake of doing what's right.
THE END
Mine and Connie's lives have been intertwined so long, that when it came time to pick our object for the time capsule, we just agreed on one thing to save room in the box. It would be something that meant the world to both of us, something that seemed insignificant to anyone that didn't know what it represented. Everyone standing with us knows and as my wife pulls the tiny trinket from the capsule, I hear her heart break.
A small plastic bracelet, the ones they put on a baby when it's first born. A simple piece of clear plastic, that too this day still reads 'Baby Girl Germaine'. If you were to look up records now, it would say she never existed. I know the truth though, I know she's real because I held her in my arms.
I was just barely seventeen, when Connie called me in tears. She'd missed two periods and took a home pregnancy test. It came back positive. I was going to be a Daddy and I was still a child myself. I remember sitting on the phone with her and crying along, until we both fell asleep, without hanging up.
Accusations were hurled by our parents. Mine saying Connie got pregnant on purpose to trap me. Hers insisting I'd pressured her into sleeping with me. It was vicious and scary, but through it all, I was there for her.
Abortion was out of the question for more then one reason, so Connie kept the baby. We had to do what's right after all. The administration at Eden Hall nearly blew a gasket at the thought of a student with child. We didn't care though, and my girl continued to waddle down the hall. She got more beautiful to me everyday.
Our little one was born just after the end of our Junior year. I remember running over to the table where they were cleaning her and counting her digits. All ten fingers, all ten toes. A perfect little mix of myself and the women I loved. I was a father.
We wanted so badly too keep her, forever and always. To be the family that precious angel needed, but we knew we were just too young. And I saw the pain in Connie's eyes when they let her hold the baby one last time before she had to go. I wanted then to just grab her and run before the social worker came and took her away from us. To change my mind and deny the couple that were waiting to raise out child as their own.
I didn't though, our parents reminded us to do what's right, and the man did come and left with my daughter. She was adopted out to a good family, so I've heard. Her name's Penelope Schwartz now, according to the updates we get. We received a picture a few weeks ago, she's going to be a real heartbreaker one day. She looks just like her mother, her birth mother that is, but she's got m eyes.
I remember the day we buried that capsule, with our little girl's bracelet inside. It was exactly a year after her birth. A year since Connie and I had given her life. Instead of throwing a huge birthday party like we should've been and would've been had faith allowed, we were celebrating graduation. In truth my heart wasn't in it, I know my girlfriend's wasn't either. It was a bitter and painful night for the both of us. We went home that night and fell asleep crying into the phone like we had the night we found out she was coming.
Oh how I miss her. People often ask me how I can miss something I never really had. I always tell them, if they'd been through it they'd know. It's like having a part of you ripped out. Connie's in tears right now clutching our memento to her chest. I can feel my own tears starting to well. Ten years and still the hurt is fresh, like it was only yesterday the man in the suit lifted her from her cradle and walked away. Destroying our fledgling family in the process.
We do have a family now, Connie and I. We've been married for eight years and have six year old twins. They're gorgeous children, one girl Megan and a boy Mark, but they'll never fill the void inside of us. We'll never be complete without her, she's the missing piece in our puzzle of life. Not a day goes by that I don't wonder where she is or what she's doing. It kills me to know what we gave up for the sake of doing what's right.
THE END