This is just something I was going to do for an rp plot, but then I got like, really interested, so I decided to make it into a short story. *Note: This is not the completed version. Just what I have so far. XD
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"...Dear Diary,
It seems as if senior year is flying by. Dreven and I will have our two-year anniversary tomorrow, and it is almost like the whole school knows. After that, its only three weeks until graduation. I can't wait!
I wonder what Dreven will do after school. He says that he may play pro football, but I think he'll just continue working for my dad here in town. I wish he'd say he loves me already. I've told him so much over the past two years, and even in the year before we broke up for a few months.
Even during those few months, after I had said that we might want a break, to meet new people, I still loved him. We remained friends, and talked daily, but for a while, it was nothing more. But those few relationships neverworked out. We had the closest bond anyone could get. Even though he towers a foot over me...."
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"...Dear Diary,
I don't know why I still write in this old thing, especially since I'm married now, but I guess its because I used to write so much about Dreven in here. He thinks I'm weird for reading it, probably because I read it every day, but he's my husband, and we have to agree...sometimes, that is. Ever since he asked me, on my birthday, a month after graduation, I have been the happiest person ever. Well, correction, I was happiest until our marriage a few months ago. THEN I was the happiest person ever...."
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Mari sat weeping on the bed. The king-sized mattress was covered in a lovely jade green sheet set, and the pillowcases were slightly lighter. Mari reached out a shaky hand for the picture on the bedside table, glancing out through the window for a moment at the icy weather. She switched gazes to her cell phone, which lay silent on the comforter beside her. Ever since she had gotten that fateful call, she had hoped that she would recieve another, saying that it was all a creul joke, and her husband was fine. But as she reached for the photo, which was actually an as.sortment of photos in one frame, she knew it was true.
There were five pictures. One of her and her husband at the senior prom, another of them after graduation, a wedding photo, a Christmas picture from a few days ago, and just an everyday photo, taken by her dad while her and her husband had been chatting on his porch. She lightly lifted the picture frame from its perch on the table, and held it close.
"I can't believe it. Dreven's gone. He's dead."
Only minutes before, she had recived a call from the hospital. Dreven had been driving to work, when his car hit an especially icy patch, and gone sliding out of control. Off of the road, and into a ditch, they had said. It was a long death. But by time they had gotten there, he was almost gone. There was nothing they could have done. They had told her his dying words.
"They were 'Tell my wife, Mari Treval, to be brave and strong without me. And that those few months, so many years ago, had been a mistake. Tell her, that these past three years as her wife have been the best...' He had died right after."
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