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    Memories – (Chapter: Desperate Measures)

    Story written on April 6, 2006 by caseygurl.
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    The sun has set.

    I stare at her receding figure; my mind frantically trying to absorb reality.

     

                My arms fall limp to my sides and I sit back on my knees.  What I am feeling is overwhelming.  I can only describe it as complete and utter devastation.  I fall onto my hands and tears wracked my body, as I try desperately to take it in air.  I fear that I might actually die.  It would serve me right.  Cause of death; broken heart.  I clutch the ring in my hand and pull it to my chest.  I push myself back up to my knees and with every ounce of strength I have left I scream her name to the sky. 

     

    The sun had fallen just minutes before she left.  It seemed to have been counting down the time we had left in our relationship.  Once the fiery ball had extinguished itself in the horizon, so did our chance to put the pieces back together.  The new night sky cast an eerie glow upon my wasteful existence.  I am barely able to open my eyes enough to see her almost reach her vehicle.  I make out her figure through the lights in the parking lot and I see her stop.  She stopped for a moment.  I look on, but I don’t trust reality.  At this point, I might be hallucinating that she is even still there. So I look away.

     

    I look down at my hand and take the ring between the fingers of both hands and just admire it, still crying.  I hear her words playing inside my head, ‘did that ring really mean what you said it did?’.  I had tried to convince her it did, but I realize she was right; I had not kept that promise and therefore it could never mean what I had said.  I look up again and she is now inside the car with her headlights on.  I have an epiphany.  That ring didn’t keep its promise the first time and I am certainly not going to let it keep its promise this time. 

     

    “I can’t let her go again.”

     

    I was on my feet and sprinting across the beach, like a hunted gazelle.  I see her back out of the spot as I reach the bike path just twenty feet from the parking lot.  My direction adjusts to the angle I will need to cut her off.  Without thinking or even hesitating, I dart into the path of the car.  I hear the brakes screech as she tries to stop, but the car continues toward me.  I throw up my hands to defend myself from the impact, but believe it or not the car was actually stronger than me.  I ricochet off the bumper and fall back about five feet, hitting the ground hard. 

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    2. Thank god you posted, I thought you were going to make us wait another day, then I was worried you would actually just end the story there. Great continuation. Can’t wait. I feel the drama but have hope.

    5. OMG! She literally threw her self under…well a car at least, but OMG lol…that was so funny…even Glen sounded good lol. Please Dont do anything else so drastic…i mean i understand why, but dont make me have a heart attack…laughing is ok…dying…not ok

    7. Thank god you posted, I thought you were going to make us wait another day, then I was worried you would actually just end the story there. Great continuation. Can’t wait. I feel the drama but have hope.

    10. OMG! She literally threw her self under…well a car at least, but OMG lol…that was so funny…even Glen sounded good lol. Please Dont do anything else so drastic…i mean i understand why, but dont make me have a heart attack…laughing is ok…dying…not ok

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