5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Sam the T-man:
You can still use Insim for relationships, just get the OBJ edition and use it that way. Hasn't blown up my game yet ;)
And you're welcome :) Looking forward to seeing the pics :D
AxelVal:
Just not for interests and stuff, right?
I can do that, easy.
So...still not this weekend, I have a final to study for and a big three-part, 100-point project for English due on Monday.
Maybe if I finish all that stuff I'll start it.
AxelVal:
19.....
AxelVal:
20!
I want a new page for this.
AxelVal:
Did I get it?
Yes, I did! I have gotten good at this.
Here he is folks, I've been talking about it, and I really hope this makes up for Dylan's story.
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We were too different. I think that’s what it all boils down to.
It’s been building, and building, and now I need an outlet. I think writing this all down is exactly what I need.
Here’s the story of Shayn Lusaka’s failures.
I met my beautiful ex-wife when we were about nineteen. I was going for a job interview and she was just leaving. Just a few words were exchanged, and I thought we’d never see each other again. Well, gut feelings can be wrong, right?
We both were called back, a few others too. But we didn’t formally meet until the bus ride after being told we didn’t quite make it. She was already at the bus stop so I sidled up next to her on the bench.
“You didn’t win either?”
She jumped. Then shook her head. “Nope. Not enough enthusiasm.”
This made me laugh. She put on a Barbie-accent for the last word, eyes widening obnoxiously. She chuckled while I got myself under control. “You didn’t get it?”
I just shook my head. “My name’s Shayn,” I said, sticking out my hand.
She took it, and gave a firm pump. “Kora.”
And it was sealed.
We waited, unlike Dylan, and got married when we were twenty-three. Four years of dating, on and off, just to get the chance to meet other people, but we always managed to find each other again.
I want to say it was three months in and we had to buy a pregnancy test. And nine after that we were in the hospital. Nicolas Marcel Lusaka. He was a momma’s boy from the get-go. Only stopped crying if Kora picked him up.
Nic grew like a weed, but before we knew it another bump was growing on Kora’s abdomen. We had a hard time naming our boy, so we had the ultrasound technician tell us the gender this time. Another boy we were told. So, Benoit Aeron was decided on this time.
Until the birth prompted an extra ‘e’ on the first name. A girl.
Oh well, we had hope for a second male but if it wasn’t meant to be then we would simply roll with the punches. And she was neither a momma nor a papa’s girl. She wanted her big brother to check on her more. And we were okay with that as long as one of us went with Nicolas when she cried. If we didn’t hear he would come get us and take us with him.
But, one difference of opinion set it off.
It wasn’t anything big or family related. In fact, I can’t even remember what it may have been there were so many fights after that.
Maybe it’s no wonder Nic ran away three years ago. He was ten when the divorce was finalized and when mom up and left he was devastated. I don’t know why she hoisted parenting two children on me, we both decided to have them.
But, that’s the way it worked out. *sigh*
Family life went on as normal then. As normal as I could get it that is.
But six years later Nicolas couldn’t take it anymore. I woke up one day and he was just gone. I didn’t know what happened until he reappeared. Benoite and I were sitting on the couch – I was helping her with homework – and the door opened. I hadn’t had the lock changed in twelve months so we knew who it was. Nic stepped in the house but he wasn’t alone. A bundle rested against his shoulder as he took those steps and shut the door. Looking up he saw us and turned back away.
“What is this?” I asked him. Nic ignored me and went upstairs. I followed to the foot of the steps and looked up, watching him slip into his room. The room that hadn’t been touched in a year. The door latched shut and there was nothing to do but wait. Leaning against the wall I ran my hand down my face.
Just what I needed.
Kora kept tabs on the kids and I could imagine what would come of her learning this had happened. Though what just ‘happened’ I wasn’t capable of knowing just then.
Benoite hugged me on the way upstairs a few hours later. I had barely moved except to sit down, and now she was on her way to bed. That’s when Nic’s door opened at last. He looked like a deer in the headlights, but he still came down. Standing up, I waited.
Nicolas went and sat on the couch, ignoring me again.
I lost my patience. “What is that about?” I fumed. “Is that how you react to the upbringing I gave you?”
He shook his head.
“Then what is that? Do you have any idea what your mother will do when she finds out?”
“She already knows,” he said quietly. Nicolas was never quiet.
“How?!”
“I went to her when it started.”
“’It started’? What ‘it’? Who and where is the mother?”
He looked at me then, eyes narrowed.
“Who is it?”
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Always nice to end on a cliff-hanger, isn't it?
I bet at least half of you know what's coming though.
Next week (read: Monday afternoon) it shall all be revealed!
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