Please, Remember Me (492 hits)
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Submitted by Soley (View user info) at 2005-10-06 07:42:34 EDT
Steve had only known Charlotte 14 months when she fell pregnant. It wasn't the news of him being a father that made him ask her to marry him; he knew the moment she kissed his hands during their second lunch date that he'd be her husband.
Charlotte stood at the church entrance with her brand new husband covered with confetti. The most emotional day of her life and she was happy. So happy that she'd found the man she wanted to grow old with, have children with and share every other aspect of her life with. Charlotte always knew about the other woman he spent his nights with, and she knew that if she could have Steve as her life partner then she could live with it. Live with him calling out the other woman's name in his sleep.
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Mary understood why Steve wasn't with her now and she accepted it to an extent. She stuck around over the years because in her world he was all that mattered, all she loved. And even if she couldn't be with him in the way she wanted, being by him was good enough. She was there by his side as he struggled through the most difficult time in his life and as he coped or rather didn't with his loss. She was there when he found love and happiness with Catherine.
Steve held the door open for Mary like any gentleman would. The noise and chatter followed them out of the bar and onto the street. The cold, crisp air hit her hard making her feel the several glasses of Gin and tonic that she'd sipped through a straw. Steve let the door go and made his way down the steps to offer Mary the warmth of his arm. The din from inside quietened. They never did anything extravagant for their anniversary and their tenth was no different. The strolled the streets making their way home. Mary stopped dead in her tracks at the gate leading to their house; she turned to face him...
"There are no fancy ribbons, foil wrapping or lace trimmings when we're together Steve. What we have is solid and pure. When we're together our surroundings seem all the more beautiful, colours brighter, smells stronger and emotions that well not just from the heart but from my bones too. I'm certain its Mother Nature's way of telling me that I belong here, with you. I love you Steve, I love you more than life itself."
The bright morning crept through a slight opening in the curtains, across the floor boards and up onto the bed, cascading over her pale curves and illuminating her form. Precious. Steve stood at the foot of their king size bed watching her sleep. Lying there exposed, arms and legs still bound with her silk scarves, Mary looked perfect to him. Steve found natural appealing and Mary was as natural as they came, one of the many reasons why he loved her so very much. He played the hours of love they'd shared the night before on fast forward in his mind. He wanted so desperately to touch her, be inside her again, but restrained his craving so he could watch her a while longer. At least an hour passed before he sat on the bed by her petite feet and removed the scarves from her ankles and then her wrists. He got on the bed next to her, placing his leg in between hers, and lay there dormant for a few minutes wondering why he was so lucky to have found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his days with ten years ago. And why she was still with him, loving him more and more as the years passed. Mary started stretching her arms and legs; she did this in her sleep when she subconsciously sensed his presence. Steve thought it'd be better to leave her there for now, to let his sleeping beauty recover from the previous night's activities.
Mary woke a couple of hours later and made her way across the hall to the bathroom. She was reluctant to take a shower at first, the smell of their sex on her flesh always made her feel alive and that's what she needed on Saturday mornings. She stepped in the shower and stood there motionless letting the warm water wash over her. She couldn't be bothered to soap herself up. She was still in a sleepy haze and just wanted the water to wash it away, make her more alert. After drying herself off and getting dressed she cautiously made her way down the deep stairwell in search of her man. The door in the kitchen was unlocked, so she knew Steve was in his shed doing what he does. She boiled the kettle to make herself a cup of tea while she skimmed through the tabloids. She added cold water to her cup and drank her tea quickly, then boiling the kettle again to make Steve a cup.
Mary knocked softly on the door of the shed where Steve had been working for the last three hours. "Come in" he called. She pulled the stiff door open with force. "I'm not interrupting, am I, only I thought you might like a cuppa?" Steve looked up from the book he was writing "No, of course not petal. Thank you." Mary placed the mug of sweet tea she'd made him on the desktop. He closed the book and placed his hands on her hips. "I'm so glad to see you, I desperately need a break" Mary smiled at him, bent down and kissed his cheek, her platinum blonde hair falling on his face. He pulled her hips closer till she was stood between his legs, his eyes widened, "Mary Anne Livingston, I love you" he paused resting his head in her groin, inhaling her smell before looking up and asking "why won't you marry me?" Mary cocked her head to the side and looked down at him "You know why" "I do, but I want you to tell me again" She took his hands in hers and held them tight. "Because... We're perfect as we are" She pulled his hands up to her full lips and kissed them both before releasing her grip. Steve reached under the desk where his blankets were kept in a wicker basket, the days were getting colder and he needed extra warmth for when he was lost in his writing for hours on end. He placed the woollen blanket on the floor and took another from the box, a quilted one. Mary lay down and Steve was soon to follow. They both lay there cuddled up together watching their warm breath turn to mist as it hit the cold air.
Mary left him there dozing while she nipped to the local shop to pick something up for breakfast.
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Steve was angry when she hadn't returned by 3 o'clock. He cursed under his breath with thoughts of who she was helping and why she was so good hearted. Why, why, why?
He'll never forget the terror he felt as he answered the knock at his door to see two young policemen stood there. They told him how she hadn't suffered. That she died instantly on impact. The lorry crushed her car much like the steering wheel smashed into her chest and crushed her ribs. He'll also never forget the relief of seeing her at the morgue. She didn't leave him, she was taken from him. His tears for her still ebb and flow because he knows deep down he'll never be able to let her go, and neither could she till now. She will always be the love of his life.
One last night he calls out for Mary while his wife comforts him on their bed.
Mary whispers in his ear "I love you but I have to leave you now... Please remember me"
User Reviews
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-10-06 08:14:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-10-06 07:46:26 (#)
Ranking: 2
great. """"
tempted not to read it now 'cos anything this weirdo likes must by extension be rubbish.
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2005-10-06 07:47:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Lovely and haunting.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-10-06 07:46:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
great.
Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2005-10-06 07:44:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
*She was there when he found love and happiness with Charlotte.