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It was cold that night, and Jeremy always thought about it when a cold wind blew, sending a shiver down his back. It was cold now and as he and Emily stood silently side by side he could feel them drifting apart. His mind knew it wasn't her fault, he knew she had done everything she could, but she as the closest one to the crisis and his heart needed something to project onto. When it wasn't he he only had himself to blame.
Four days earlier while he sat at his desk he smiled as her name popped up on his phone. He had loved when his wife would call in the middle of the day, to excited to wait until her got home to share her stories.
"Hello my love."
When a man's voice come over the phone Jemery's world shattered, his heart broke and everything he'd spent his life working towards felt meaningless. As the man continued to speak Jeremy imagined a hard shell forming around him, keeping the pain and helplessness out. He could hide in there for as long as it took to get back on track and only then would he deal with Emotions.
He spent the rest of the day in a waiting room, waiting for the worst day of his life to end. But every time someone came to talk to him they only wanted him to wait longer. It began to feel like rears passed that way. A cup of shitty coffee, a stale sandwich and someone telling him to be patient.
Finally a somber looking older man with dark rings under his eyes stepped out to speak to him, and bring another needle for his heart. But it wouldn't affect him, it would stick in the shell with all the others, and would stay there until he was ready. He thanked the man, he thanked his staff and left to go home and spend eight hours lying awake on his bed blaming him and not crying.
Emily on the other hand didn't have a hard shell to hide behind and cried constantly, feeling like her tears where filling up her soul and dragging her down deeper and deeper into dark cold water. All the time desperately wanting Jeremy to reach out a hand and pull her up or dive in and join her. Anything so that she didn't feel so alone.
They lay back to back in bet, both not sleeping, not touching not speaking, just lying there, lost, alone and afraid in an empty quiet house.
In the morning friends arrived to join them in their dark quiet. Emily continued to cry and Jeremy continued to actively not care. Friends left and other friends arrived and nothing any of them said or did made the slightest difference. Until it seemed that the only thing they had left in common was their stubborn determination to stay stubborn.
Finally on the forth day, standing out in the cold with nothing left to hide behind, watching his newly bought wooden box sink into the ground, cracks started to appear in his hard shell and it hit him, she was never coming back, and the only thing left was a cold gray stone which read,
'Rest now beloved daughter'
Tears welled up in his eyes and a tiny voice in his mind told him to take his wife's hand, and that, together they could carry each other through. But he couldn't hear it over the voice that constantly reminded him that she had been driving, she was uninjured and she had taken away the most precious and beautiful thing that had ever lived.
The wind picked up again sending another shiver down his back and he remembered how it felt on that day, and thought he would always think of it when a cold wind blew.
aeratheninja: Interestingly enough, this story touches on different psychological states and was very informing, on top of being a solid story. Although somewhat predictable, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this; I could feel the fear and the frustration of the characters, and was happy when they were happy.Even ...
Jevron Macalino: You started the story after Chuck Vs. the Fake Name happened and I like your version more than I like the original one. The five or so episodes after the fake name should not have happened that is why I like your version better. I hope you will continue writing Chuck & Sarah's story from where y...
Sandra Estrada: I loved every minute of it and I thank my lucky stars that brought me to the story, it's been a whirlwind of emotions, plot twist after plot twist but I never got tired of them. Abby and Kade's story is a hard one to understand but once you're submerged in their story and love, you can't help but...
ianwatson: The comedy is original and genuinely funny, I have laughed out loud many times reading this book. But the story and the plot are also really engaging. The opening two or three chapters seem quite character-dense but they all soon come to life and there is no padding, filling or wasted time readin...
Ben Gauger: Kudos go to Liz Aguilar, author of To Have And to Hold a fast-paced, gripping, adrenaline rush from start to finish, one of perhaps the finest pieces of writing I've ever read, in particular because of its' telenovela-like feel, May she continually find success as an author. Bravo my dear, bravo!
Janaki Sundararaman: The frame of the story has a beautiful structure on which the narration is spun with twists and turns tolook forward with lots of expectations about the coming chapters.There are many characters in the story line,all woven into intricate style to speak the story in its own way.The protagonist is ...
FreakyPoet: "you made me laugh, made me cry, both are hard to do. I spent most of the night reading your story, captivated. This is why you get full stars from me. Thanks for the great story!"
Sara Joy Bailey: "Full of depth and life. The plot was thrilling. The author's style flows naturally and the reader can easily slip into the pages of the story. Very well done."