The Keats of Our Lives
earl2blue:
Hi there,
I have a really long and old story going on at LJ. I have just shifted the story there from elsewhere and will continue to write there. If you are interested in drama and soap opera, you might just like my story (click on link in signature).
Here is a short episode from my story and you can see if you might like it.
Fyn Keats is the heir of the current generation and Havie Henke is her ex-husband who gave her up previously so that she could return to the man she loves most- Lane Keats. In this episode, Havie is back after hearing from his best friend, Endre that Lane has left Fyn.
It has been almost 4 years since Fyn and Havel last met.
Please leave me some comments if you like it. Thanks :happy1:
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Title: Havel ...
She had been hard at work in her little fortune cats store when he dropped by.
‘Fyn, be careful with that!’ were his first words when he saw her on her feet, busy with frantic stocktaking.
She looked up in amazement when she heard that familiar sweet voice of his. She hadn’t realized how much she missed that voice…till she heard it once again.
***
‘Havel, you are back!’ Fyn exclaims happily as she tries her best to hug Havel despite her bulging belly.
‘Yes I am. And I just got a triple promotion to General after my stint in India.’
‘Wow! Congratulations! And you look so different with your new hairstyle!’
Havel looks down at the floor as he replies shyly, ‘That’s not a change of hairstyle…I just didn’t have the time to cut my hair in India…so…’
Fyn smiles. Havel still hasn’t changed all these years, hasn’t he? He still looks down at the floor whenever he could not respond to her teasing.
‘I heard what happened between you and him and I am just here to…’
Her smile vanishes immediately as she says a little too quickly, ‘I am ok, Havel. I need to get back to my stock-’
‘Fyn, leave these tasks to your employees. You are preggie now, you shouldn’t be doing such dangerous things.’
‘Stocktaking is not dangerous, Havel. Besides, the baby isn’t due for another three months. We’ll be ok.’ She says as she pats her stomach confidently.
As they walk to the only sitting area outside her shop, Havel laments that he didn’t understand why Fyn would give up her business career to be the boss of a small cramped store.
Between sips of top grade Japanese green tea, Fyn sighs and says, ‘I am tired of the rat race, Havel. Immediately after I earned my §100,000, I quit my job. This little shop is just to pass time, ya know. You of all people should know I don’t need the money. I just need my perm plat so that I’ll be good natured enough to take care of pesky Grace and this new born.’
She jests playfully to lighten the somber mood between them.
‘I am just…concerned…, he pauses and looks earnestly at her with adoring eyes which she is so accustomed to, and worried about you and your unborn child, Fyn. He is no longer here for you and you are-’
‘Don’t worry, dad and mom will help with the baby when it’s born. They promised …at least that much, she pauses as she put a hand to her belly, he doesn’t know of this at all.’
‘Still, it’s all his fault. He should have been here. He shouldn’t have been a coward to abandon you even if he didn’t know you are preggie…I was wrong about him. He is an utter jerk. I shouldn’t have left you to him if I knew this would happen! I shouldn’t have gone to India!’ Havel says angrily as he clutches his fist.
‘Havel, please, it’s not entirely his fault.’ She replies jadedly as she starts to tell Havel of all that had occurred in their brief lives together - how the appearance of Sierra in Lane’s life and Ethel’s revelation has changed their relationship. It was clear that she couldn’t be with him in view of her role as the family heir which she refused to give up out of a sense of family responsibility (it’s never about the money, she emphasizes, after all, she makes enough money on her own anyway). Her parents are old and she didn’t want to upset them. In fact, her parents didn’t know that Sierra had reappeared in Strangetown. She dreads to think what would happen if her dad with his high blood condition, found out about that. Lane had told only her about Sierra’s brief visit to her Phoenix’s grave and she hasn’t told anyone till now. But to her, it is just as well that Lane and Sierra had left Strangetown again. Perhaps the past would truly be buried now especially since her dad thinks Sierra is long dead and Lane is gone, presumably forever.
It is a complicated narration; it left Havel speechless for a while.
‘You have changed much, Fyn since we first met. You are so different now from that happy, vibrant and immature girl I know. You are now …responsible-’
She laughs woefully, ‘Being heir of a reeeally complicated family have to change people somehow. I have certain roles you know.’
‘I know…but despite your so- called roles, I still believe children need a complete family, Fyn. I know it hasn’t been long since he left but would you consider giving Grace, me, you and …, he points to her bulging tummy, a chance again?’
She hesitates. ‘I don’t know, Havel…not after what I did to you…’
‘I don’t care, Fyn. That’s over. I still love you…and I want to be here for you and for that child. I will take care of it like my own, you know so even if you do not love me -’
She put a finger to his lips to stop him from continuing but he gently pushes it away and persists, ‘but I could always be your Havie if you want me to.’
‘Oh, Havie…’ is all that she could muster as she takes his hand in her own.
earl2blue:
Hmmm...seems no one like my story :sad5:
But I am here to plague you with my latest update at my LiveJournal lol.
This is the latest update. If you want to know the complete story, please go to my Journal.
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Hardly…Said and Concluded
‘Honey, here are your favorite flowers. I hope you will like them.’
Havel stammers as he places the roses in front of Fyn’s grave. The fragrance of the red roses sting his nose and makes him sneeze heavily as they always does. He is allergic to flowers; for his sake, Fyn has avoided having any flowers around the house. But he would not deny her of her favorite flowers now that she is dead and he would probably soon follow.
As Havel wipes his tears carelessly away from his eyes, he wishes wistfully that his too many memories of her could be wiped clean too. To think he has almost succeeded doing that…till that letter arrives.
Havel reaches into his trouser pocket and removes that letter. The paper is badly crumpled, a direct consequence of his continuous shoving and removing of the letter from the pockets of his clothes. Being a cautious man, he has been careful not to let the letter leave his body, not even for a second. Accidents could happen when letters are hidden in drawers, under the vase or in a book but on his body, he could ensure that no accidents would happen.
‘Fyn…’ He whispers softly as he unfolds the letter. The crackling of the paper sounds loud in his ears and inevitably; he turns and glances around the cemetery.
Deserted…good…
He clears his throat as he begins reading the letter to her.
‘Dear Fyn,
It has been decades since we last met. How are you doing? I hope this letter finds you in good health.
I am dying. Terminal cancer. Doctors said that there is no cure. I accepted that readily. Being a scientist, I am never philosophical about life.
But what I never accept is the losing of you, my dearest Fyn. Our family history has driven us apart but you have never left my mind.
Come to me, Fyn.
Just once, for the last time in my life.
Come to me.
Your Lovingly,
Lane’
Havel folds the letter and shoves it into his pocket immediately after he finishes reading it.
‘Fyn… I have done my duty, haven’t I? Reading this letter to you …and let’s end the matter at that, shall we? I do not intend to let him know what is unnecessary-’
The squawk of a crow interrupts Havel’s words. Is that a remonstrance? Feeling silly, Havel pushes that thought aside and continues, ‘Clyde belongs to you and me. I will not let him take Clyde away from me-’
The bird screeches. A protest from her? Don’t be ridiculous. The dead don’t talk.
Suddenly, he feels rage and hatred. Lane has been between him and Fyn all his life and now …even when she is long dead, he has returned to haunt his existence.
‘I don’t care, Fyn…he is mine and no one is taking him away from me…regardless of what you says.’ Havel says angrily as he clutches his fist.
That said and concluded, Havel turns and stomps off. The crow stares at his departing back for a moment before flying off, screeching loudly.
Damn bird.
Havel reaches into his pocket and crushes the letter. He would have to be rid of this letter as soon as possible. That would end it all.
***
But what he hasn’t realized is the determination of dying men.
***
Blissfully unaware of the internal turmoil tormenting their father, Clyde and Ceras enjoy their teen lives to the fullest.
With a new love interest, Clyde Keats finds a way out of the dark shadows in his life.
As for Ceras Keats,
she grows up to be a beautiful and intelligent young girl, worthy to take on the responsibilities of what her last name confers her. Havel and Yuki agreed unanimously that they would start training Ceras to take over the running of the family as soon as possible. But before that happens, they intend to let her enjoy a few good years first. For once you become heir, happiness becomes a rare commodity, which perhaps even money can’t buy.
oddball011:
omg i didnt know she died i better go baq to that thing i last stopped when clyde was a kid PS i luv ur stories
oddball011:
omgi just read the rest on ur liv journal! OMG u need to write more please for my sake!!!
earl2blue:
Thanks for liking it, oddball :smt109
Appreciate that. There will be more later.
As this is a long story, I will not post everything here, only certain episodes now and there. So please check back at my journal (at least once a week) if you want the latest updates.
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