Dead Roses, My Fanfic for "It's A Wonderful Life", love story...;) |
Dead Roses, My Fanfic for "It's A Wonderful Life", love story...;) |
Mar 23 2009, 09:28 PM
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Dead Roses
Please read and review this for me. If you see something is wrong with it, tell me! I want to know what you think as long as no flames or cussing is involved! (IMG:style_emoticons/default/jack_wink.gif) ---Another thing is the simple fact I do not own any of these characters, places, or anything concerning Harvest Moon. That would be Natsume!:) Chapter One: Loving is Letting Go, Sometimes... [/indent]Staring out to the fields of flowers, I sat on the edge of the fence. Usually they didn't plant flowers. But this was for a special reason, more so a sad one. He had died. And he was her brother. And the other one's boyfriend. He had died of pneumonia. We were best friends, and he never told me what was really wrong with him. He didn't only have pneumonia, he had an immune system disease. That was what killed him. And nobody even knew, except her.She looked hesitantly at the envelope. I had no idea why she wouldn't pick it up immediately. But she didn't. I guess maybe it was because she didn't want to have to remember being in love with him. |
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Apr 13 2009, 07:39 PM
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Sure thing. I think I've got it all planned out about how it'll end... (IMG:style_emoticons/default/lalasmile.gif)
Chapter Four: Convicted... Claire and I walked to the church, talking all the way. The whole time, Muffy and Celia and how I had mistreated them were in the back of my mind. It was killing me, the guilt. Every five seconds, I had Takakura in my conscious scolding me for toying with these girls. "Tony, you've gotten quiet. Is something the matter?" Claire begged of me as we neared the church. "There is... Claire, I'm sorry, but I've got to run ahead and apologize to someone..." I took off for the church, leaving Claire far behind. When I reached the doors, I could see the back of Celia's head, already sitting in a pew. I ran to the seat she had taken and begged her forgiveness. "Celia, I need to talk to you outside," she looked at me like I was possessed, but still followed my lead to the graveyard beside the church. "Tony, what is it? I don't want to be late..." she explained like she didn't even want to see me, which was understandable. "I just want to apologize to you for all I've done... I've made a mess, and I'm trying to fix it. Please, forgive me?" I groveled. She frowned a bit, "You know you already apologized. You owe me nothing. Now if you'll excuse me..." I stopped her, "No. You deserve more than just an apology. Celia, if you ever need me, just ask. I'll do anything for you from now on. Don't be afraid to ask, either..." A young man walked up beside Celia as I begged her forgiveness. She glanced at him and back at me. He gently grabbed her hand and interlaced their fingers. In my foolishness, I had ignored the man she was sitting by. She announced the news I already knew, "Tony, this is my boyfriend, Jack. Jack, this is a good friend of mine, Tony..." Jack reached out to shake my hand, and I received it. I faked a smile. Celia had a boyfriend, she wouldn't need me anymore. If I confronted her about it, I'd sound like a little kid. I had no business hanging out around Celia anymore. The Harvest Festival and all the tender moments we'd shared before that meant nothing now. We would never actually be friends again. She would marry him and forget about me. "Well, Tony, it was nice meeting you. Celia, we need to get back to our seats. The service is about to start..." he smiled. I stood there, shell-shocked. My stillness was interrupted by a gentle tap on my shoulder and the screech of Claire's high voice. I felt like crying. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing..." I said as she headed into the church without me, "I just lost one of the best friends I ever had..." I sat down beside Claire in the church and waited for Carter to start the service. I looked at the crosses and candelabras throughout the church. Finally the service began with piano music by the quite librarian. The song, "Surely the Prescence of the Lord is in this Place" reminded me of the time I went to a revival about three years back. It also spoke to me. I had been backsliding. As I sat there, I did something I rarely ever did. Cry. The hot tears rain down my face and landed on the pages of the hymnal that was before me. Claire looked mysteriously at me. Celia looked back from her pew and saw my face. From what I could observe, she was crying, too. I knew why for her. Marlin always went around humming this tune. It was almost like God was trying to remind us of why we were friends to begin with. Like he was scolding us for almost giving up one of his greatest gifts. Friendship. I dried my eyes, hoping Celia would look back again. She did. But this time, she was smiling at me. I gave her my crooked smile and she almost laughed out loud during the sermon, but she was able to contain herself, and so was I. Carter finished his sermon about thirty-minutes later. We were free to talk. I ran over to Celia when Jack finally departed from her side. She smiled at me as she had done during the service. "Tony, I'm so sorry-- I..." I interrupted her in mid-sentence. "No, it was my fault... I shouldn't have done that to you!" I cried, halfway. Her eyes grew shimmery with tears, "Oh, Tony... I was childish. But it would be foolish to give up this great friendship God has given us!" I laughed, "Yeah, we were almost too blind to see that!" I hugged her, but immediately let go when Jack approached. His face showed mixed emotions. One of those emotions was anger. "Celia, we've got to get going," he said coldly. "Bye, Tony," she was still smiling. I didn't exactly know what it was that triggered the feelings I had in the church, but they felt reassuring. First, I had been convicted for acting like a fool around Muffy and Celia. I had apologized to Celia, but I still owed Muffy one. But then some sort of hope came over me. Something telling me that everything was going to turn out okay, despite the mess I had made of things. I hoped so. I didn't want to leave Forget-Me-Not for good... This post has been edited by showchoirgirl: Apr 14 2009, 08:39 PM |
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