His Final Goodbye.
HARMONY, MAINE.
The apparent glare of the moonlight shone in the creaks of her room that night, as apperations fixed themselves at her window.Patrick pressed his fingertips against it, still foggy from the chill of the night he slid his hand back and forth to make the presence of her more real.With another slight swoop of the shivery winds his glances turn towards the wona who appeared behind him, her familiar blue eyes made a slight glint in the night as she watched him.
"Now you're sure about this?"he questioned with a touch of hidden hope in his voice."You're sure I can see her."he spoke while turning his eyes from her bedroom to the woman behind him once more.
A slight smile etched her lips as she nodded in response"I'am most certain of it" her tentive smile fadding quickly as she regained her stern demeaner still looking at him."But you mustn't forget what you've been sent to do, Patrick - this is your final goobye to Charity, " she paused slightly her hands dropping to her side as the shades of white from her dress blew in the darkness."I trust you remeber what that means?" she ended raising her brow.
Patrick glanced away looking towards the ground bellow him, before looking the woman back in the eyes."Yeah," he shrugged ruffling his hands through his dirty blond hair."I know," he finished while turning to the window as he went through it.His footsteps finding themselves at the foot of her bedroom, his brown eyes shed a glow of intent as he took in the room with all its mudanes memories of times he'd spent here running vividly through his consience.
The palpetations from his heart became more bold and fast, as his breath sucked in and the sight of Charity's sleeping form became more clear in his view with extreme vigilance his turned more inward to her, as he slipped beside her.Gingerly with a gin escaping his full lips his fingertips reached out to touch her free hand which layed softly against the pearl white pillow beside her, only to have them pass right through her flesh.His eyes darkened instantly with anguish, as the realization of what was happening came to him: he was no longer truly human...which ment he couldn't couldn't enjoy just the speckel of fervent tender touches of which he'd spent many nights yearning for.
Once more his glances went towards the strawberry blonde hovering around the window, impatiently tapping against her wrist watch remindind Patrick of the constricted time he had.He turned his back to her as his brown eyes went back to Charity sleeping peacefully beside him.Patrick anticipated and feared this moment, on many occassions he'd think of what seeing her again might be like in his eternal life of happiness.If she was thinking of him at the same moment he'd think of her? If she was safe, scared, or, even happy? Did she miss him, love him still? But then his frown would deepen within his thoughts as he remembered this meeting wouldn't last forever, and when it did what good would it ever do them.
He shook his head, getting out of his contimplations while foccusing on his love once more, he shut his eyes promptly taking in every single morsel of everything that past in this moment trying to get the best of it .Slowly he opened them once more, feeling entransed by the wonderful glow of her fair skin, tempting him with every glimpse he caught in the moon's shimmers.Patrick eased beside her, as his eyes trailed her stature adoringly shifting the stray strand of blonde covering his most prized possetion.A part of him screamed to be to be selfish and defiant keeping their souls combined making sure that he was the only man she'd ever love for all eternity, but the better half of him wanted her to be happy again even if it didn't mean he was included.
With a sigh of reluctance he took Charity's hand into his intertwining their finger together, tightly as if never wanting to realease.He was silent for that moment, his lips wanting so much nothing to be said or done to ruin their time together"I'll love you - always."he whispered gently in her ear as his eyes shut once more, letting the white light of glow pass powerfully through the both of them.Patrick jolted backwards as the remainder of the light serged its way back into his system before colapsing at her bed side once more.The moments past and finally he reluctantly raised from her side, his brown eyes still upon her; A smile came to him, as his finegertipls lightly grazed the tint of pink of her lips, before kissing them softly.
"Be good - okay, Standish?" he spoke while dissapearing farther into the darkness, fighting the emotions he felt as he did such."Don't...don't fall in love too fast." he ended in a slight whisper before the sight of him disappeared into the night.
Sounds of her infringid radio ran through her room, as the sun rays resting on her eyes as they fluttered open reluctantly.Tierdly she stumbelled out of her bed and walk towards her bathroom to start another day...back in Harmony.
Before the sunrise was fully out of its hiding, she was in her car passing through the picturesque familiarities of the town before haulting at a small shop down the mainstreet.After Patrick's death she left Harmony with no sign of return until a few years ago, when she did come back her familly, which consisted of Kay and Bianca ever since her mother's passing, awaited her.Charity had quit the force before she left , so she decided to be Kay's business acomplice with the stores she'd inherited from her mother Grace, Charity's aunt...who had decided to retire within the five years she was away.They joined forces an within a little more or less than a year they managed to mold Grace's small 'mom and pop' stores in a very prominent establishment.It was a diffrent chance of pace in more ways then one for Charity, but she managed...
"Yes," Kay replied promptly, with the phone reciever into her ear her pen ran furiously as she put dowsn another order for the shop."Okay, then it's all set." she paused smilling tentively as Charity brushed through the store"No, Mrs. Mckintire, thank you.Alright buh bye."she slammed the phone down vehemently at the annoying brewt of an old lady, as she smilled at her cousin.
"Hey,"
"I take it, it's another business request..."Charity replied as she faced her cousin across the counter.
"From none other than our favorite costomer," Kay smirked sardonicly while finishing the order and sliding it aside, while Charity past her going to her office, only to return out with the big sight left on her desk in her hands.
"What's this?"she asked dangling the thing in her hands.
"Well there's new inventory, you know for the fall."she began inching towards the woman."And since I'm packing everything away I kind of thought you wouldn't mind -"
"No." Charity cut in while gracefully resting the sign on the front counter.
Kay raised her brow with determination as her glances went to Charity."I did it last time,"
"And your point being? What are you going to do tell Aunt Grace on me?"Charity quizzed with a snort.
"If that's what I have to do, cousin dear."Kay retorted taking the sign from the counter,"I'll be in my office checking all the new invetory if you need me."
Charity's eyes followed her cousin, as she chastly went from her sight.The winds blew fiercly as the small step ladder she used sawyed back and forth, as she struggled to hang up the sign above her.The sound of it made loud cries and she saw light weighted folliage being blown past her and the ladder continuing to sway to much of her discontentment.
It was over and the sign was properly adjusted to the front of the store.The winds still brewing violently while the ladder rupptered back and forth, taking all the violent gusts of wind it could withstand sending itself and Charity still atop of it tumpling down speeding collisions straights towards the display that Charity had pained over for the past few hours.As bits and pieces of the torrid display rolled around the street, Charity rested her head on the ground closing her eyes and letting a small curse escape her while hoping no one saw what had just occured her blue orbes remaining shut as she felt someone reach for her, pulling her back up from the ground which she was more than happy to lay on until the embarasement subsided.
"Damn autumn winds,"his voice chuckled smoothly, pleasing Charity greatly as she opened her eyes."They'll blow you down if you let them."he continued as her eyes examined his hands wich were firmly attached with hers, strong with the appearance of sun kissed skin.
"But...I'm sure that's the last thing you want to hear." he kept on.
Charity frowned deeply, as his voice cut into her admiration as her eyes lingered to his torso trimmed with athleticism displayed through his attrier one of good taste in her earnest opinion.
"Miss?" he continued to rambell on as a flashed a smile with a hint of nervousness to the woman's strange behavior.His eyebrows furrowing deeply in throught, as he caught on to the familarity of her presence."Charity? Charity...Standish, God is that you!?"
Deflated, each and every one of them.Her eyes adjusted to his face and she realized it was none other,"Miguel, what a pleasant surprise." she stated sacrcasticly before taking back her hand, and turning her back to the man dusting herself of casually...hiding her face turning each and every shade of red.
"How long has it been?...Years?"
"Over five, but whose really counting."she replied, while turning to him once more.
"It has been huh?"he stated while picking the last surviving piece of her lasting display, and playing with it boyishly.
Yes it has, one she would much rather leave with her idiotic memory of a youth.Of course she remembered him, she also remebred the dark filthy pub, Patrick had to go to and the overpopulation of what seemed to her to be a small town all cramed into a space that was no bigger that her dorm room, perhaps even smaller; And a cocky clad with girl dripping from each side of him wonderig if she'd like to be one of the few and proud...later that night they both had the rude awkakening of learning they had something in common, although Charity would strongly bed to differ.Patrick.'Oh, Miguel Lopez - Fitzgerald the years haven't changed you much.' she thought while standing across from him.
His inately and undeniable, charming aura changed as he looked at her."It almost seems as if he never left sometimes," he frowned softly as memories of his old friend flashed through his thoughts mournfully."How are Margrett and Standford doing?"his appearances softened as he asked.
"Better," she replied crisply, accepting the compassion in his eyes.
"How about you?"he paused momentarily"How are you doing?"
She shook herself out of the subconsious entrancement, as she took the decoration from his hands and turned to walk away."So what brings you here Miguel? Ensuring some nice bedtime for your next flame?" she quipped as they entered the store, diminishing his new brush of concern.
He hestiatted his answer as he lingered around the store in contimplation, before his intrest paused on a small box he reached out to it taking it out of it's display as his fingertips tapped on the box intently."Not exactlly,"Miguel ended while bringing the box to the front desk.Minutes later she gave him the price, and was paid and Miguel was set to leave the store and her sight for hopefully another five years."Always a pleasure, Charity."he ended as the door slid closed and he left.
She wished the feeling was mutual.
"You little vixen, " Kay smiled as she appeared from her ivesdropping."I leave you alone for five minutes and already you're -"
"Serving a client."Charity ended her obvious sentence."That's what we do right?"
Kay sighed in dismay at her as she rested the palm of her hands on her shoulders."Cousin, trusted business partner;Why in the hell can't you see something as - good as that, when it stares you in the face?"
"Because I choose not to," Charity answered recoiling herself from her cousin."Especially when this good thing's idea of a hoby is collecting all the stray underwear of all the girls he's slept with!"
Arrylle Gamere - Girl, why the hell not!?Lol. I don't know about everyone else but I was really tired of Kay and Charity being at odds, and I want them tobe friends...business partners even.Plus it's Au, so I was like sure! Hope you like this.
Closing Thoughts - I'm back finally, after struggling with my writer's block I finally got this chapter how I wanted it, I hope you enjoyed it because it took me a hella lot of tries to make it good! lol.Okay, now before y'all start.No, in this fic Charguel aren't sworn enemies(like in a few of my stories) as opposed to what you've just read, odly enough they're friends...caty - bitchy ones of course but friends none the less!It'll make a little more sense as the story starts to develop more.(Review please!I do enjoy seeing that lil' envelop with the sunshine behind it! Lol.) Latz.
HARMONY, MAINE.
The apparent glare of the moonlight shone in the creaks of her room that night, as apperations fixed themselves at her window.Patrick pressed his fingertips against it, still foggy from the chill of the night he slid his hand back and forth to make the presence of her more real.With another slight swoop of the shivery winds his glances turn towards the wona who appeared behind him, her familiar blue eyes made a slight glint in the night as she watched him.
"Now you're sure about this?"he questioned with a touch of hidden hope in his voice."You're sure I can see her."he spoke while turning his eyes from her bedroom to the woman behind him once more.
A slight smile etched her lips as she nodded in response"I'am most certain of it" her tentive smile fadding quickly as she regained her stern demeaner still looking at him."But you mustn't forget what you've been sent to do, Patrick - this is your final goobye to Charity, " she paused slightly her hands dropping to her side as the shades of white from her dress blew in the darkness."I trust you remeber what that means?" she ended raising her brow.
Patrick glanced away looking towards the ground bellow him, before looking the woman back in the eyes."Yeah," he shrugged ruffling his hands through his dirty blond hair."I know," he finished while turning to the window as he went through it.His footsteps finding themselves at the foot of her bedroom, his brown eyes shed a glow of intent as he took in the room with all its mudanes memories of times he'd spent here running vividly through his consience.
The palpetations from his heart became more bold and fast, as his breath sucked in and the sight of Charity's sleeping form became more clear in his view with extreme vigilance his turned more inward to her, as he slipped beside her.Gingerly with a gin escaping his full lips his fingertips reached out to touch her free hand which layed softly against the pearl white pillow beside her, only to have them pass right through her flesh.His eyes darkened instantly with anguish, as the realization of what was happening came to him: he was no longer truly human...which ment he couldn't couldn't enjoy just the speckel of fervent tender touches of which he'd spent many nights yearning for.
Once more his glances went towards the strawberry blonde hovering around the window, impatiently tapping against her wrist watch remindind Patrick of the constricted time he had.He turned his back to her as his brown eyes went back to Charity sleeping peacefully beside him.Patrick anticipated and feared this moment, on many occassions he'd think of what seeing her again might be like in his eternal life of happiness.If she was thinking of him at the same moment he'd think of her? If she was safe, scared, or, even happy? Did she miss him, love him still? But then his frown would deepen within his thoughts as he remembered this meeting wouldn't last forever, and when it did what good would it ever do them.
He shook his head, getting out of his contimplations while foccusing on his love once more, he shut his eyes promptly taking in every single morsel of everything that past in this moment trying to get the best of it .Slowly he opened them once more, feeling entransed by the wonderful glow of her fair skin, tempting him with every glimpse he caught in the moon's shimmers.Patrick eased beside her, as his eyes trailed her stature adoringly shifting the stray strand of blonde covering his most prized possetion.A part of him screamed to be to be selfish and defiant keeping their souls combined making sure that he was the only man she'd ever love for all eternity, but the better half of him wanted her to be happy again even if it didn't mean he was included.
With a sigh of reluctance he took Charity's hand into his intertwining their finger together, tightly as if never wanting to realease.He was silent for that moment, his lips wanting so much nothing to be said or done to ruin their time together"I'll love you - always."he whispered gently in her ear as his eyes shut once more, letting the white light of glow pass powerfully through the both of them.Patrick jolted backwards as the remainder of the light serged its way back into his system before colapsing at her bed side once more.The moments past and finally he reluctantly raised from her side, his brown eyes still upon her; A smile came to him, as his finegertipls lightly grazed the tint of pink of her lips, before kissing them softly.
"Be good - okay, Standish?" he spoke while dissapearing farther into the darkness, fighting the emotions he felt as he did such."Don't...don't fall in love too fast." he ended in a slight whisper before the sight of him disappeared into the night.
Sounds of her infringid radio ran through her room, as the sun rays resting on her eyes as they fluttered open reluctantly.Tierdly she stumbelled out of her bed and walk towards her bathroom to start another day...back in Harmony.
Before the sunrise was fully out of its hiding, she was in her car passing through the picturesque familiarities of the town before haulting at a small shop down the mainstreet.After Patrick's death she left Harmony with no sign of return until a few years ago, when she did come back her familly, which consisted of Kay and Bianca ever since her mother's passing, awaited her.Charity had quit the force before she left , so she decided to be Kay's business acomplice with the stores she'd inherited from her mother Grace, Charity's aunt...who had decided to retire within the five years she was away.They joined forces an within a little more or less than a year they managed to mold Grace's small 'mom and pop' stores in a very prominent establishment.It was a diffrent chance of pace in more ways then one for Charity, but she managed...
"Yes," Kay replied promptly, with the phone reciever into her ear her pen ran furiously as she put dowsn another order for the shop."Okay, then it's all set." she paused smilling tentively as Charity brushed through the store"No, Mrs. Mckintire, thank you.Alright buh bye."she slammed the phone down vehemently at the annoying brewt of an old lady, as she smilled at her cousin.
"Hey,"
"I take it, it's another business request..."Charity replied as she faced her cousin across the counter.
"From none other than our favorite costomer," Kay smirked sardonicly while finishing the order and sliding it aside, while Charity past her going to her office, only to return out with the big sight left on her desk in her hands.
"What's this?"she asked dangling the thing in her hands.
"Well there's new inventory, you know for the fall."she began inching towards the woman."And since I'm packing everything away I kind of thought you wouldn't mind -"
"No." Charity cut in while gracefully resting the sign on the front counter.
Kay raised her brow with determination as her glances went to Charity."I did it last time,"
"And your point being? What are you going to do tell Aunt Grace on me?"Charity quizzed with a snort.
"If that's what I have to do, cousin dear."Kay retorted taking the sign from the counter,"I'll be in my office checking all the new invetory if you need me."
Charity's eyes followed her cousin, as she chastly went from her sight.The winds blew fiercly as the small step ladder she used sawyed back and forth, as she struggled to hang up the sign above her.The sound of it made loud cries and she saw light weighted folliage being blown past her and the ladder continuing to sway to much of her discontentment.
It was over and the sign was properly adjusted to the front of the store.The winds still brewing violently while the ladder rupptered back and forth, taking all the violent gusts of wind it could withstand sending itself and Charity still atop of it tumpling down speeding collisions straights towards the display that Charity had pained over for the past few hours.As bits and pieces of the torrid display rolled around the street, Charity rested her head on the ground closing her eyes and letting a small curse escape her while hoping no one saw what had just occured her blue orbes remaining shut as she felt someone reach for her, pulling her back up from the ground which she was more than happy to lay on until the embarasement subsided.
"Damn autumn winds,"his voice chuckled smoothly, pleasing Charity greatly as she opened her eyes."They'll blow you down if you let them."he continued as her eyes examined his hands wich were firmly attached with hers, strong with the appearance of sun kissed skin.
"But...I'm sure that's the last thing you want to hear." he kept on.
Charity frowned deeply, as his voice cut into her admiration as her eyes lingered to his torso trimmed with athleticism displayed through his attrier one of good taste in her earnest opinion.
"Miss?" he continued to rambell on as a flashed a smile with a hint of nervousness to the woman's strange behavior.His eyebrows furrowing deeply in throught, as he caught on to the familarity of her presence."Charity? Charity...Standish, God is that you!?"
Deflated, each and every one of them.Her eyes adjusted to his face and she realized it was none other,"Miguel, what a pleasant surprise." she stated sacrcasticly before taking back her hand, and turning her back to the man dusting herself of casually...hiding her face turning each and every shade of red.
"How long has it been?...Years?"
"Over five, but whose really counting."she replied, while turning to him once more.
"It has been huh?"he stated while picking the last surviving piece of her lasting display, and playing with it boyishly.
Yes it has, one she would much rather leave with her idiotic memory of a youth.Of course she remembered him, she also remebred the dark filthy pub, Patrick had to go to and the overpopulation of what seemed to her to be a small town all cramed into a space that was no bigger that her dorm room, perhaps even smaller; And a cocky clad with girl dripping from each side of him wonderig if she'd like to be one of the few and proud...later that night they both had the rude awkakening of learning they had something in common, although Charity would strongly bed to differ.Patrick.'Oh, Miguel Lopez - Fitzgerald the years haven't changed you much.' she thought while standing across from him.
His inately and undeniable, charming aura changed as he looked at her."It almost seems as if he never left sometimes," he frowned softly as memories of his old friend flashed through his thoughts mournfully."How are Margrett and Standford doing?"his appearances softened as he asked.
"Better," she replied crisply, accepting the compassion in his eyes.
"How about you?"he paused momentarily"How are you doing?"
She shook herself out of the subconsious entrancement, as she took the decoration from his hands and turned to walk away."So what brings you here Miguel? Ensuring some nice bedtime for your next flame?" she quipped as they entered the store, diminishing his new brush of concern.
He hestiatted his answer as he lingered around the store in contimplation, before his intrest paused on a small box he reached out to it taking it out of it's display as his fingertips tapped on the box intently."Not exactlly,"Miguel ended while bringing the box to the front desk.Minutes later she gave him the price, and was paid and Miguel was set to leave the store and her sight for hopefully another five years."Always a pleasure, Charity."he ended as the door slid closed and he left.
She wished the feeling was mutual.
"You little vixen, " Kay smiled as she appeared from her ivesdropping."I leave you alone for five minutes and already you're -"
"Serving a client."Charity ended her obvious sentence."That's what we do right?"
Kay sighed in dismay at her as she rested the palm of her hands on her shoulders."Cousin, trusted business partner;Why in the hell can't you see something as - good as that, when it stares you in the face?"
"Because I choose not to," Charity answered recoiling herself from her cousin."Especially when this good thing's idea of a hoby is collecting all the stray underwear of all the girls he's slept with!"
Arrylle Gamere - Girl, why the hell not!?Lol. I don't know about everyone else but I was really tired of Kay and Charity being at odds, and I want them tobe friends...business partners even.Plus it's Au, so I was like sure! Hope you like this.
Closing Thoughts - I'm back finally, after struggling with my writer's block I finally got this chapter how I wanted it, I hope you enjoyed it because it took me a hella lot of tries to make it good! lol.Okay, now before y'all start.No, in this fic Charguel aren't sworn enemies(like in a few of my stories) as opposed to what you've just read, odly enough they're friends...caty - bitchy ones of course but friends none the less!It'll make a little more sense as the story starts to develop more.(Review please!I do enjoy seeing that lil' envelop with the sunshine behind it! Lol.) Latz.
