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 Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 10:47 am
Nick Parks his truck, and quickly gets out to let nina out on the other side. He very slowley leads them twords a tree in the distance. A small rectangle can be seen under a low bough of the tree, but its to far away to really make it out.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 5:09 am
Concern is etched on her face as they make their way quietly to the farmhouse. She gets out and takes a deep breath of the air. This place is as it was to her as a child---serene, a place of peace, where she can almost forget about the city life, almost forget all of her conventions and just run wild through the fields.
She follows him closely. She doesn't speak, for the moment. She is quiet, constant company.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 2:11 pm
The closer they get the more a of grey hue the rectangle makes. He sees the tension on her face as they walk and he gives her a reassuring smile. He slows as they get closer to it, and appears to be holding his breathe for short periods at a time, before breathing regularly again for a moment and then holding his breathe again.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 5:01 pm
She wants to press him for details about his condition, but for the moment she just keeps quiet. She tries to pick out the details of the rectangle from this distance.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 10:40 pm
They come within ten feet of the rectangle, and the pure, brutal truth of it is starring them in the face. It's a headstone. In one horrifying moment it all comes together. Her memory haunts him, every minute, of every day, all he has to do is look out a south facing window, and there is the reminder of her before him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 11:52 am
She stops and stares at the tomstone, her hand moving up to her mouth to hide a small sigh.
"Oh, Nick." She sits down on the grass beside it and brushes off the leaves that have fallen on it. She reads the dates on the stone carefully and lays the remains of her flower at the base of the stone. "Nick... it's been a long time. I was still a girl when you lost her. You can't live in the shadow of grief for the rest of your life. She wouldn't want that for you. She would want you to find happiness, to let go.
We have to let them go, the dead. If we keep them here, we do them and us a disservice.
Would you want someone to cling to your memory for so many years, and pine for you until they wasted away? No, you wouldn't want that. Neither would I."
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 2:04 pm
He drops to his knees next to nina. "When the doctor told us that she wasnt long for this world, she made me promise to find someone else to love. But I see her here every day. I feel as if i dont move, ill never be able to get over her." According to the dates on the headstone, his wife died at only 29, four years after that christmas with nicholi. He sighs and sits back. "I think i've decided to sell the farm. Thankyou for talking with me"
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 8:43 pm
"Nick, if it's going to take selling the farm to help you move on with your life, then do it. But I don't think running from this is the answer. It will follow you wherever you go until you learn to live with it. I know that someday visiting my father's grave will be comfortable. I don't feel the kind of pain for his loss that I felt in the begining, when it first happened. I look forward to the day when the good memories of my father will overshadow the grief and the bad memories."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 2:27 pm
He waits for a long time and stands up. He turns to walk inside. "You can stay if you want, or i can take you back." his voice is rough, but still sounds just as youthful as ever.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 11:31 pm
Her eyes are dotted with tears, like spring dew.
She almost says, I can find my own way back. But she doesn't. She just stands there, as if refusing to move or say anything. Her eyes drift to the ground, to the stone, and the thought that moves through her head is, You don't deserve him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 10:14 pm
In the silence he turns to face her, and seeing the tears welling into her eyes, takes long slow steps twords her before he stops infront of her. "What would cause someone so beautiful to cry?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 8:43 pm
She swallows, and runs a hand through her hair, smoothing down her dress, gestures of denial, to hide the tears. Then she looks up into his eyes. "Beautiful? What does beauty have to do with tears? Everyone cries. I guess I'm crying for the things we've lost, and the things we can't have."
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