[Curse]

Ok hier der zweite teil. Es wird nur noch ein dritter teil folgen. Darin wird sich die story auflösen.




-Part 2-

Everyone of Stars Hollow had taken great pity in her. First trying to talk to her, help her through it. But when she never responded they gave up. She had long ago.
She planned the funeral fast. Like a madwoman not leaving her house until everything was perfect.

She felt she owed him. But something inside her couldn´t let her rest.
His last words, the anger they were spoken with. And then the picture of his retreating back, all mingled up in her head, granting her no sleep.
They never forgave each other, never had the chance too. All the aweful things that had been said. All the things she said to him.

She would never be able to say sorry. And so when he died , he did despising her.

But all the time to the funeral she had kept a straight face. Her poker face , or so she had once called it. She couldn´t break down. She was needed, she had to arrange his funeral.
A funeral he deserved, were all her love had flowed into.

And there was the Inn. Even if her co-workers told her to take off some time, she couldn´t. She needed work, to forget what happened. To have something on her mind so she wouldn´t think of him. The touch she would never feel again, his kisses, his gentle smiles only reserved for her. The love with which he blanketed her throughout the day.

When their first week of togetherness had passed, she remembered, she had asked herself how she could´ve deserved him. His dead must have been the answer. She hadn´t, not at all. And so he was ripped away from her.




She watched the coffin being lowered into the earth. Gently, slowly. Into the last place he would rest at.

He had been handsome, even after life. She had chosen a shirt and some pants for him. Unconciously making him wear the clothes she liked most. Through eternity.
She had chosen the epitaph on his tombstone carefully.

In the arms of an Angel.

That was were she wished he would be. That was what she felt like whenever she had been in his arms. When they had hugged, kissed or rested at night.

They had assured her that he hadn´t felt any pain. He was dead immediatly after the crash.

She held on to that.

Earth was put over the coffin. Soon nothing but brown could be seen. The white of the lillies had faded.
She stood until he was buried. No one was there anymore. Many people had come. People who had known him. So many. Friends, family and others, to say their goodbye.

She walked over to his tombstone. Taking a last look at the words engraved. She laid a single white rose on it. Kissing her hand, then touching the tombstone with it.

‘ I love you. I´m sorry.’

Those were the last words she uttered. Her voice a mere croak, from lack of use.
She looked up into the sky. Gray clouds hanging deep, threatening. The smell of rain in the air.

In her inner eye she could see him. A faint smile on his face. A smile he had only given her. Full of assurance. A smile she held only memories of. A smile she would never see again.



-End part 2-



Dies war der schwierigste Part für mich. Ich leide wie ihr. Denn ich muss mir den schmerz ausdenken.