[Curse]

Dawn

Summary: Someone dies, and she is left alone.

Disclaimer: Characters ain´t mine…I´m stealing `em. So what? Do I make money??? NOOOOOOOOO.

Authors note: Kommentare erwünscht. Danke. Ich habe die rechtschreibung nich überprüft, mir passieren andauernd typos. Wer was finded: gratulation.

Ja das is eine GG fanfic. Aber ich will ne spannung aufrecht erhalten deswegen wird erst ma nich verraten um wems geht. Einige unter euch werdens wissen...
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She stood alone, everybody else long gone. Head bend, shoulders slumbed, her eyes gone dry long ago.
The arrangement of flowers giving a strong contrast to the situation itself. White lillies, beautifully put down on the coffin.
Portraying a vibrant life, a life he hadn´t had. A life that wasn´t granted to a man that deserved it like no other.
But soon those lillies would suffocate under a ton of old earth. Enclosing them in darkness, like her heart. They would die like her soul had.

The rustling of the wind in the trees all around went unnoticed. For her the earth had halted in every movement. Everything around her went by in blurs of color and light.

Finally she moved. Just some inches to lift her head. Blue eyes, void of emotions or life itself. Fallen cheeks, lips tightly pressed together to hold back a scream of agony. A pale face, a picture of grieve.

Someone stepped up to her. A man dressed in a black suit. Looking understanding but asking something she didn´t want to hear. She nodded meekly, knowing it was time.

Time was a funny thing. She had thought they´d have all the time in the world. But that was a lie covering the painful truth. They had no time at all. And before it had begun, it had ended.

A fight, words that would´ve been better left unsaid. Tears of Anger, curses, swears.
Old promises of love and understanding thrown away like their love.
And then he was gone. Not just with his car down the road. No.

They had called her merely 2 hours after the fight. She was still furious at him, at his stubborness and at herself for feeling so.
She listened to the Sheriff, on the phone, telling what happened, Phrasing each sentence carefully.

She had said nothing at all. She hung up and sat down at the kitchen table, looking straight ahead. She couldn´t comprehend what had happened. Didn´t want to.
He would come back tonight. They would look down ashamed, then slowly make up. Falling in love all over again.
That was her mantra, she tried hard to make it her reality.

But then it hit her. He had died. In an accident after he drove away angrily.

And thats when a tear rolled down her face and she finally understood that she would never see him again. They would never make up.
He would never again hold her in his arms while falling asleep or waking up. They would never again be together, just for a fraction of time.

- End of Part one -
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[chrisss*mas]

Also... den ersten Teil fand ich schon mal echt klasse. Ich finds gut, dass du auf englisch schreibst, man kann alles super verstehen! Wie lange lernst du schon Englisch? Hoffentlich schreibst du weiter und verrätst bald um wen es geht !!
Liebe Grüße
Christina

[Plappertasche]

*schnüff*
Traurig.
Ich hoffe, ich kenne dich doch nicht so gut, wie ich glaube und liege mit meiner Vermutung, wer da gestorben ist, komplett daneben.

Und überhaupt: Wie kannst du es wagen, eine FF zu schreiben, bei der ich wissen will, wie es weiter geht. Wo ich doch immer vergesse, dass ich noch was lesen muss, und wenn ich dann mal dran denke, hab ich keine Lust *seufz*

Nuja, ich werd mir Mühe geben, an deine zu denken und wieder vorbei zu schauen

[Curse]

Danke ihr zwei.

Glaub mir Karo auch für mich is es nich leicht die story zu schreiben. Ich versuche so intensiv wie möglich zu sein. Ich gebe zu ich will das die leser den schmerz der figur spüren. Den verlust.
Ich will zu gefühl anregen. Und ich hoffe ich schaffe das. Weiterhin ist jede emmotion die ihr spürt eine art bezahlung an mich.

Bitte haltet euch nicht zurück. Schreibt was ihr beim lesen empfindet denn nur das zeigt mir ob ich mich gut ausdrücke.

Der zweite teil ist schon geschrieben. Ich denke ich werde bis zum letzten satz warten Um die figuren zu benennen. Denn das hilft dem leser sich mit den figuren zu identifizieren. Mitzufühlen.

Danke, Curse

[MissLilli]

*räusper*

Himmel is das traurig ...

Und ich hab eine Vermutung wer das is (heh, wer nicht..?), aber vielleicht (und ich hoff es für dich ^^) irre ich mich auch und im zweiten Teil kommt der Überraschungseffekt ....

Jo, du weißt - hoffentlich - dass ich deinen Schreibstil absolut göttlich find (ob Gedicht oder Fiction) und dass es english is, is nochmal ein absoluter Pluspunk! Und es is dark *yay* Meine Darkschreibphase is zwar schon länger *hüst* vorbei aber ich hoff auf neuen Stoff (bald ^^ *zaunpfahl wieder einpack*)

P.S.: Das 'intensiv schreiben' ist dir definitiv gelungen, einfach ein wahnsinn *auf die knie schmeiß*

[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.

[Curse]

Ich muss mich schon im voraus bei euch entschuldigen. Es tut mir leid für die geschichte. Ich habe sie zu ende gebracht und leide selber unter dem ende.



-Part 3-


She had walked home. Straight to his place. Knowing that no one would disturb her there.
Thunder was rolling over the town, rain coming down.

She felt as if heaven was crying for a lost son.

She went into his bed after she arrived at his place. Lying in his bed. Remembering all the good times that had taken place in here. The silent promises they gave each other.

Worth nothing, not anymore.

She turned on her side and stroked over his pillow once. The place were he used to sleep. Always turned to her. Sometimes gazing at her while she slept.

Watching over her at all times.

She knew they were waiting for her at home. Wanting to comfort her. But she couldn´t face the truth that they embodied, not yet.

Once again she stroked over the pillow, freeing his scent from it. Making it waft around her.
She grabbed it gently, pulling it to her body, hugging it close. Imagining that it was him she was holding. His aftershave she was smelling.

When she looked up she saw faint images of him and her. Smiling at each other, hugging, kissing. And making love. Even quarreling.
Holding on to every little memory she had. Trying to make the faint figure of him become real. Trying to bring him back somehow. Knowing she couldn´t. Knowing full well that it was a lost battle.

The what if´s played through her mind. What if she hadn´t had screamed at him? Or tried to calm down, to understand his reasoning? Or what if she would´ve run after him? Trying to talk it out?

Just a minute longer. Just one minute was all it would have taken. One minute later on the road and he would have found a lumber truck, fallen over. He would have stopped and called an ambulance.

But he had never had that minute. Therefor when the truck swayed he was under it. Trying to break, to somehow flee from his fate.

She never tried to imagine what it must´ve been like for him. Couldn´t bring herself to do it.

A bolt of lightning, followed by an earshattering thunder, brought her out of her reverie.
She bolted upright in bed.

Had she heard right? It had sound like him screaming her name.



She looked around his place. Everything was neat, at its usual place. But he was missing. If she could just hear him one more time, one more utterance, one more laugh. She would give everything.


Suddenly her eyes filled with tears. The first flow of tears since his death. The first time she cried for honest. The first time she let go of her pain wretched screams, full of sadness. Finally the feeling of loss settled. A feeling of truth, anger, remorse. She couldn´t make it out.

With a tear streaked face and emotion filled eyes she looked heavenwards. Sobbing in earnest wishing he would be there. Like he had always been, to comfort her, take her in his arms and sooth her pain.

He was dead.

She clutched his pillow to her chest, remebering him in his coffin. Wearing the blue flannel shirt, still bathed with her scent. His favourite jeans. His cappy turned backwards, like usual.

‘LUKE!’

She screamed his name over and over, like a chant sung to bring someone back.

Lorelai swayed back and forth in his bed. Feeling her heart finally shattering. Into a million pieces.

After awhile she fell back exhausted. Her last strength had gone. The grief was overpowering her and then winning.

Soon all the strain from the last days came over her, numbing her, making her sleepy.
Lorelai lay on his side of the bed, sobbing quietly. She couldn´t comprehend how long she had been at his place.
The last thing she remembered was his voice saying:’ I´m in....I´m all in.’

And then she fell asleep. Alone, cold, shaken to the core.

End (?!?!)

[MissLilli]

NEIN!
NEEEEEEEEEEEIN

Ich hab doch gesagt ich will nicht recht haben

A bolt of lightning, followed by an earshattering thunder, brought her out of her reverie.
She bolted upright in bed.

Un ich dachte das war alles ein Trauuuuum Aber das war's nicht

Irgendwie bin ich froh, dass es so eine 'angst' nicht in der Show gibt (noch?) weil ich liebe zwar Darkstories wie diese über alles, aber... irgendwie brauch ich dann doch wieder die heile Welt von 422 zB... Damit ich mir sicher bin dass alles gut ist und keinem von beiden etwas schreckliches passiert ist...

Würd mir wünschen dass das noch nicht das Ende wäre, aber ich denk, dass man es mit der Länge von Darkstories nicht krampfhaft übertreiben sollte ....

Uhm ja, my two cents, die wieder mal überhaupt keinen Sinn ergeben :doof:

[lore]

*heullllllllllllllllllllllllll*
:heul: :heul: :heul: :heul: :heul:
buhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!
*schluchz*
wieso??
ich liebe diese story, aber ich fang gleich an mitzuheulen, ohne witz!
*schluchz*
wirklich toll geschrieben, jetzt hast du es geschafft!
ich heule!
das war doch dein ziel, oder?
*flenn*
liebe grüße
lore

[Gelini]

herausragend und wunderschön