|Love's Ghost (Chapter 1) (standard:romance, 729 words)|
|Author: Anonymous||Added: Oct 26 2000||Views/Reads: 2250/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Eve finds herself in torment over the loss of Justin. While trying to move on with her life she is at the verge of losing JC forever.|
The last time she saw her husband was when he kissed her goodbye that morning. She couldnít even remember if she kissed him back. It was just an ordinary day. How could she have known? She was glad she didnít see his body. She would rather remember him the way he was. She was also glad that she hadnít seen the accident happen because surely the image would have never left her mind. One part of her, though, thought it might have been better if she had witnessed it or at least seen his body. Maybe then she could accept that he was really gone. As she got closer to the cottage, memories filled her mind. Justin had brought her here for the first time one week before their wedding. It was his wedding present to her, their very own cottage on a lake. She felt as if he had given her the moon and stars themselves. She loved it. It was theirs to share and fill with memories. The lake was deep in the country and only a handful of cottages surrounded it. Eve didnít mind the seclusion; she loved being alone with Justin. The summer after the wedding, the only married summer they had together, they spent every weekend at the cottage. They spent that Christmas there, too, in seclusion just the two of them, the snow, the cottage, and the lake. They even chopped down their own Christmas tree from the woods. After Christmas, the accident happened. Eve hadnít been back there since. She was 28 now. After Justin died, she spent four years alone and the next four with JC. JC wasnít on her mind now, though as the paved road turned into dirt. The cottage was just as theyíd left it. She half-expected to find it vandalized and ravaged when she turned the key. It wasnít. Even vandals and thieves wouldnít touch their sacred place. She gave a nod of appreciation to all of them, wherever they were. All the furniture was draped in white sheets, as she and Justin left it that Christmas many years ago. Cobwebs were spread in the corners and a thick layer of dust had settled throughout, but she didnít mind. She didnít even notice. Memories flooding her senses, Eve stood motionless in the middle of the living room. She looked at the couch they used to cuddle on, and she could hear their laughter. The smells of Justinís cooking rushed to her from the kitchen, which contained no food. She gazed from her spot into the bedroom they shared and was overcome. A mix of emotion washed over her and broke her down. She tore the sheet off the couch and collapsed in a heap. Tears streamed from her eyes until she fell asleep. When she woke a few hours later that afternoon, a blanket was covering her body. Eve tossed the blanket aside and assumed she'd managed to cover herself in the midst of her fit. Her head was pounding. Her eyes were swollen and sore. She had started crying the previous night at the sight of the ring in JC's hand, and it seemed as if she'd never stopped. She forced her body to sit upright on the couch and thought about the night before. JC had proposed perfectly. He promised his everlasting love, got down on one knee, held the ring in his outstretched hand, and asked. She had been shocked. She shouldn't have been, but she was. She remembered the hurt look in his eyes when she said, "I need time to think." A nightlong argument ensued. The voices still rang through her head. "I'm just not ready." "Not ready? Not ready! Eve, Justin died eight years ago! We've been together for four years. You know what that means? We've been together longer than you and Justin ever were!" The argument continued throughout the night until, exhausted, they fell asleep. The next morning JC woke to find Eve sneaking out of the house with suitcase in hand. She explained that she needed to go to the cottage and spend some time there...Justin's cottage. JC was infuriated. His last words to her were, "Go ahead. Go back to the cottage. Live with your ghost. Love your ghost. But I won't be here when you get back." The words still stung her ears. (To be Continued.....) Tweet
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