This chapter maybe should've been rated M, but it's not that you know. But I'm sure someone will tell me if it is.
It took Adrienne awhile to find the perfect dress. But she was able to find one, that even went with the theme, a starry night in Paris.
It's you and me, and all of the people. Nothing to do, nothing to lose. It's you and me, and all of the people. And I don't know why, but I can't keep my eyes off of you.
It was a soft baby blue silk. It was bunched up in ruffles in the front, and was strapless. It even had small forget-me-nots going down the front of the bodice. It reminded her of the dresses can-cans wear.
She pulled her hair in an elegant bun sticking a few more flowers in it. She met Ned out front of her house, and he held a small box in his hands. "I thought it would be traditional to bring you a corsage." It was a beautiful lavender lily, Ned pinned it gently on her chest.
What day is it? This clock has never seemed so alive. I can't keep up, I can't back down. We've been losing so much time.
The dance was beautiful, everything seemed to be perfect. Except when Seth came in with Suzie. He approached Adrienne stiffly, and for a fleeting instant she was afraid he was going to hit her. But surprisingly gave her a small smile, embraced her, whispering in her ear, "I'm glad you're finally happy." A few hours later Ned suggested they go somewhere more private.
All the things I want to say, just aren't coming out right. I'm tripping on words, you got my head spinning. I don't know where to go from here.
They went to their secret hiding place in the park, where they went when they were younger. It was a little cave hidden beneath a nook of the dock. They kissed and petted each other, whispering I love yous and other sensual comments.
Something about you now, I can't quite figure out. Everything she does is beautiful, everything she does is right.
Adrienne's moans and writhing sent Ned over the edge, and he spilled his love into her. A few moments later they both fell into a pleasant slumber. Adrienne awake hours later feeling her relapse falling onto her.
She couldn't reach her purse that held her medication that would recede the pain, and the cell phone to call an ambulance. She began to feel weaker. And couldn't move Ned's heavy form on top of her.
Her breaths turned into gasps. In spite of it all she smiled to herself. This was the way it should be. To die with the one she loved. She kissed Ned on the forehead, brushing back a few askew strands. And with that her breathing ceased, at the same time her heart stopped beating.
What day is it? In what month? Because this clock has never seemed more alive.