Dear Luke,
I miss you. That’s the point of this whole thing. There’s no one in town I know, you gave us a place to go and I never said thank you for that. I argued and screamed, I slammed the door in your face. Only to fall back into your open arms and deep blue eyes. I miss your arms around me after I broke down, letting you in on my deepest secrets. I miss you calling me after a game, laughing your head off after a win of on the verge of tears after a loss. I miss the way you would tell me you loved me, late at night, when I was tangled in your arms, trying to catch my breath, after showing you just how much I loved you. Te way you would tell me I was the most beautiful girl in the world, even when I looked horrible, had my hair in a mess or smeared make up for the night before. I miss the heart so big, God wouldn’t let it live. I can still hear your laugh, taste your kiss and feel you next to me. I can’t leave this town, you are everywhere I look and I don’t want it all to disappear into obscurity. I wasn’t there to protect you; I could and should have been with you. I should have taken that window seat. I want to scream and yell but there is no to yell at. He is dead, you are dead. The truck came so fast, the flash, your scream, the pain in your eyes. I wanted to take it all away. I held your hand when the angles lead you in. The tears didn’t fall then, or in your parent’s arms, they fall now, as I write this letter you. I want to think I will get a response from you, that you will see how much I miss you and will appear on the front door so many memories took place. I still sleep in your shirt. No one else can but I can still faintly make out your scent. I wake up alone, your side of the bed, perfectly made. I look at the pictures of us, your blonde hair and blue eyes in contrast to my brown hair and brown eyes. The tears fall on the glass and the weight of the ring you gave me make it impossible to move my hand. I close my eyes to try and keep those dreaded tears away but your scream from that night takes their place and memories replay like a movie through my thoughts. My stops and I as God yet again to reunite us. You were supposed to be old and grey when he took from me, I was supposed to follow you a few months later. This pain and trance of mine weren’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to walk down a red aisle to you. We were supposed to have a white picket fence and diapers to change. We were supposed to wake up at two a.m. because it was “time”. You were supposed to hold my hand in that hospital room and wipe your tears when we heard her first cries. We were going to take her home and pamper her with everything a little girl could want. We would listen to her gibberish until she spoke her first word. When she turned two, we would buy her, her first pair of skates and take her to the pond. She was going to hold on to your calloused thumbs as you barely moved behind her. She would fall and tiny tears would roll down her face as her chin quivered. You would hold her close, to calm her down and kiss each little finger until she was ready to try again. Just like you did when you taught me to skate. We would watch her grow like the garden we planted in the back yard. Our life would have been better than one out of a storybook. But now all of our chances are gone and I feel like I should be gone too. If we complete each other , why am I still here? You are mine and I am yours, forever. I miss you Luke Schenn. The entire team does, your family does. We all want you back and it’s a harsh reality that we will never get you back. I never said thank you and now I will never a chance.
Love you forever and ever,
Ashleigh
Friday, December 10, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Chapter two
I’m sorry it took so long to post. I was going to stop the story in general but decided not to. Here you are Amelia.
HER POV
I’m sitting at home alone in my pjs and somehow thought of him manage to drift into my head. How his arms wrapped around my waist, how he used to whispered ‘I love you’ in my ear, how we would lie in his families hammock and plan out our lives together. We weren’t supposed to fall in love, we weren’t supposed to last but after the time we spent together it was hard not to. How he used to tell me ‘when I make it big, you’re coming with me. We’ll be together and love each other together .’ That all changed the day he actually made it big, we were walking hand in hand at the dock near his house when he told me.
HIS POV
I felt an arm and a leg wrapped around me. My mind was blank, maybe it’s her. I opened my eyes to be met by a fake blonde. The memories of last night came flooding back to me. The drinks, the pain when thinking of her, the chaos. This wasn’t my way of drowning it all out, she was my only way to drown it all out.
HER POV
This can’t be happening; I have to switch with someone. I can’t let myself see his brown eyes that can hide all his emotions. That can stay dry as they ruin my, life, our plans. The plans that were supposed to last a lifetime. My thoughts were drifting farther and farther away from my writing and more towards to him until my editor Mark came over.
“I know you aren’t a big hockey fan but this story could be good for your writing. Your readers won’t mind.”
I couldn’t anything to his comment; the constant ache in my heart had taken over again. I had to get over him one way or another. I had to come down from cloud misery.
“Well it seems like a big honor, especially knowing how nig of a pencils fan you are.”
I knew the team in Pittsburgh was the Penguins. The team he left me for, the team that changed my life and put me in this state of shame.
“Actually, it’s the Penguins. But it’s fine, I know hockey is not your forte.”
“I’ll go do my research then.”
“Good idea”
HIS POV
As I lay in bed in my home I felt out of place you shouldn’t feel that way in your own home. My opinion drifted back to the night I told her I was leaving because of the draft. How she ran away weeping, the two hours of looking for her and finding her curled up in my bed in my favorite hoodie, taking her into my arms and falling asleep with her in my arms, and listening her cry herself to sleep. The way she whispered ‘don’t go’ as I fell asleep. Everything after that had been a blur. Now I lay here alone I wish I had her in my arms telling me she loves me and that we will be together forever. That a loss was just one loss and not to get so worked up about it. To jump in my arms after a loss, to know I have someone to come home to after a road-trip. In my mind I know I made a mistake in letting her go.
HER POV
I’m sitting at home alone in my pjs and somehow thought of him manage to drift into my head. How his arms wrapped around my waist, how he used to whispered ‘I love you’ in my ear, how we would lie in his families hammock and plan out our lives together. We weren’t supposed to fall in love, we weren’t supposed to last but after the time we spent together it was hard not to. How he used to tell me ‘when I make it big, you’re coming with me. We’ll be together and love each other together .’ That all changed the day he actually made it big, we were walking hand in hand at the dock near his house when he told me.
HIS POV
I felt an arm and a leg wrapped around me. My mind was blank, maybe it’s her. I opened my eyes to be met by a fake blonde. The memories of last night came flooding back to me. The drinks, the pain when thinking of her, the chaos. This wasn’t my way of drowning it all out, she was my only way to drown it all out.
HER POV
This can’t be happening; I have to switch with someone. I can’t let myself see his brown eyes that can hide all his emotions. That can stay dry as they ruin my, life, our plans. The plans that were supposed to last a lifetime. My thoughts were drifting farther and farther away from my writing and more towards to him until my editor Mark came over.
“I know you aren’t a big hockey fan but this story could be good for your writing. Your readers won’t mind.”
I couldn’t anything to his comment; the constant ache in my heart had taken over again. I had to get over him one way or another. I had to come down from cloud misery.
“Well it seems like a big honor, especially knowing how nig of a pencils fan you are.”
I knew the team in Pittsburgh was the Penguins. The team he left me for, the team that changed my life and put me in this state of shame.
“Actually, it’s the Penguins. But it’s fine, I know hockey is not your forte.”
“I’ll go do my research then.”
“Good idea”
HIS POV
As I lay in bed in my home I felt out of place you shouldn’t feel that way in your own home. My opinion drifted back to the night I told her I was leaving because of the draft. How she ran away weeping, the two hours of looking for her and finding her curled up in my bed in my favorite hoodie, taking her into my arms and falling asleep with her in my arms, and listening her cry herself to sleep. The way she whispered ‘don’t go’ as I fell asleep. Everything after that had been a blur. Now I lay here alone I wish I had her in my arms telling me she loves me and that we will be together forever. That a loss was just one loss and not to get so worked up about it. To jump in my arms after a loss, to know I have someone to come home to after a road-trip. In my mind I know I made a mistake in letting her go.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
character info
Anna:http://www.shearimagehairsalon.com/images/brown_hair_specials.jpg
Sid:http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/457938237_78243ee34a.
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Mark:http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.imnotobsessed
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Chapter 1
Her Pov
I constantly walk the streets alone. I watch the happy, cheery couples as they walk along in that endless trance of bliss. the same endless bliss that I once felt. The bliss I felt for a boy who has grown into a man who is used to the flashes and the fans who scream "will you marry me?" or "I love you."
His Pov
I think back to those days of calmness with her, our whole lives planed out in front of us. I had come down here for the hockey, for the rush I get when I lace up my skates and hit the ice. Not for the puck bunnies or wannabe playboy bunnies. Unlike my teammates I don't think girls are here for causal fun or one night stands. That's what made her different. Everyone knew she really loved me. Not my fame or my name. ME. She loved me. Now here I am leaving a club at one in morning, drunk, with a fake blonde on my arm.
Her Pov
I constantly walk the streets alone. I watch the happy, cheery couples as they walk along in that endless trance of bliss. the same endless bliss that I once felt. The bliss I felt for a boy who has grown into a man who is used to the flashes and the fans who scream "will you marry me?" or "I love you."
His Pov
I think back to those days of calmness with her, our whole lives planed out in front of us. I had come down here for the hockey, for the rush I get when I lace up my skates and hit the ice. Not for the puck bunnies or wannabe playboy bunnies. Unlike my teammates I don't think girls are here for causal fun or one night stands. That's what made her different. Everyone knew she really loved me. Not my fame or my name. ME. She loved me. Now here I am leaving a club at one in morning, drunk, with a fake blonde on my arm.
Her Pov
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Info
Okay so I doubt anyone will read this but….
Okay so this would be my first “celebrity” love story, role play, whatever you want to call it if I end up writing it.
It would be about Sid the kid… I know there are a lot of those out there but it really fits him I guess.. I mean I’ve never met him and by the things are going I will never meet him….
It would be told from 3 or 4 different P.O.V.s (point of views)
These are the characters so far
Anna- Main character, kinda sort of based off me
Sid- look him up if don’t know who he is
Mark- Anna’s boss who creates drama
Again if anyone reads this please comment of send me an email. I’ll put the first but I wrote up so you can see what I have so far..
PLEASE COMMENT :)
Okay so this would be my first “celebrity” love story, role play, whatever you want to call it if I end up writing it.
It would be about Sid the kid… I know there are a lot of those out there but it really fits him I guess.. I mean I’ve never met him and by the things are going I will never meet him….
It would be told from 3 or 4 different P.O.V.s (point of views)
These are the characters so far
Anna- Main character, kinda sort of based off me
Sid- look him up if don’t know who he is
Mark- Anna’s boss who creates drama
Again if anyone reads this please comment of send me an email. I’ll put the first but I wrote up so you can see what I have so far..
PLEASE COMMENT :)
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