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The Biker |
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Melody Seduction~*Epilogue* |
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Melody Seduction~30 |
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Caressed~4 |
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Melody Seduction~*Epilogue*
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*3 months later*
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It was warm for September, and the silent residents seemed peaceful, whispering soft greetings in the cool breeze whipping through my hair. The sun streamed over my shoulders as I walked toward one person in particular that I had set my mind on visiting on this afternoon. Beneath my shoes red, orange, and yellow leaves crunched while I neared them, my body stiffening up once I stepped in front of the marble slab in the ground, casting shadows over the name. For the past month I had made my way down here to see them, just them, but today was different.
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I held back the urge to cry. “Hey,” I smiled weakly. Momentarily, the words hung in the air, and I wondered—as I did every day—if they could hear me. My grip tightened on the flowers in my hand, and as if a reminder, I bent my knees to place them in front of the grave. “Um... I guess I wanted to tell you Happy Birthday. You’re nineteen now, right? Hmm... I wish you were here so we could go to the surprise party I had planned for you. Well I guess it’s not a surprise anymore. Ha.” I sighed, tracing the engraved name. “I really miss you...so much. I know we didn’t have much time together, but if I could have anything, it would be to see you again, if just for a day. But there’s no use wishing for the impossible. And I know that you just want to see me happy, which I am, so I’ll tell you the big news. In two months I’ll be married. Unbelievable, right? As you know, we haven’t been acquainted very long, but...I don’t think I could see myself without him. I know you’d understand.” Heavy footsteps stirred the calm fall afternoon when somebody neared me. I smiled at him warmly. “Well, it seems that I must be going, but before I do, remember that I’ll always love you so very, very much. I mean, you did save my life after all even though in the end I didn’t deserve it. For that you’ll forever have a special place in my heart. I’ll see you soon...”
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A gloved hand caressed the side of my reddened cheek, and in response I leaned into his touch. “You alright?” he asked quietly. I nodded reassuringly. He smiled, gesturing for me to embrace him since one of his arms was in a sling, and I did so, wounding my arms around his waist while he kissed my hair affectionately.
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“Joseph?” I called.
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“Hmm?”
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I paused. “Never mind.” He tilted back so he could see my face completely. He knew something was wrong, but he refrained himself from pressing any further, just as he had done over the past few months, from the time of that cold night so long ago.
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Joseph stared into my eyes deeply. “I love you, Keelie.” He said, soothingly gliding his thumb back and forth on my skin.
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I smiled. “I love you, too, Joseph.” Going up on my toes, our heads leisurely tilted towards each other, our lips meeting in a slow kiss, not lit by the desperate fervor that we were used to, but by a soft, gentle love that was no less passionate. It warmed my body to the tips beneath my double-breasted coat, pursuing me to deepen this moment by locking him in place for a fragment of a second longer. When we parted, our foreheads rested on the other’s, eyes closed, inhaling lingering breaths of the air the other exhaled.
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On the back of my neck I felt his hand grip my hair tenderly, which I opened my eyes to only to see him frowning gently. I graced his face yet again. “Love?” I had picked up that habit from him, surprisingly enough.
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Joseph kissed me lightly once more. “Let’s go home.” He laced our hands together, glimpsing at the marble slab before he muttered something that sounded like ‘thank you’, and then he began striding to lead us to the car. But just before we got out of sight-range, I turned marginally to look at the name engraved on the tomb, and smiled.
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Carla Broussard: 1990-2009.
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Thank you...
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ya know, to be honest. i hadn't been thinking about reggie shooting carla, and in my original he shot Richard. but i mulled over it and decided that he really wasn't a major character so his demise wouldn't have that much of an effect on u. :
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well this wraps up M.S. thank you to all who stuck thru and bore with me when things got slow. i can't tell u how much i appreciate it.
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i might post a teaser of "Weakness" or one of my other stories in the near future. :]] see ya then!~@pp!3
Comments
| On July 7th 2009 RockAngelGirl Said: |
| On June 27th 2009 cbass35 Said: |
| On June 26th 2009 cuteNquiet Said: |
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| omg this was like the best story ever |
| On June 26th 2009 toni2006 Said: |
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| i love it omg that was so sad that carla was killed it made me tear up this was an amazing story |
| On June 26th 2009 Eviiebaybee10 Said: |
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| omg you killed her!!!! well atleast joseph af keelie are alrite i think they amke such a cute couple!! xx |
| On June 26th 2009 rosebrugh Said: |
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| Oh Goshhh, |
| On June 26th 2009 lovegurl90 Said: |
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| wat??????? |


