Post by Jennifer on Oct 11, 2004 18:58:30 GMT -5
A small crowd of people stood in the grass of the cemetery, surrounding a coffin about to be lowered into a grave. The sky was dark and filled with clouds and as the priest began to speak with his bible open, a gentle drizzle began to shower upon the people. Many of them began to open their umbrellas but one woman stood motionless, her blue eyes empty, staring at the coffin. As the rain began to pour harder, it mixed with the tears already on her pale white cheeks. Her red hair began to drip wet but she did not look up once from her stare.
An older woman, who would look almost identical to the first woman, if it weren't for her own grey hair, wrapped an arm around her and pulled the umbrella over them both. "It'll be alright, Violet…" she said, "It'll be ok".
Violet had moved to New York City 17 years ago to attend Julliard for Drama. She had come directly from London, England where she was born and raised. She enjoyed being in New York City and knew that she could make it there and become an actress.
Her junior year of college saw her sitting at her desk during a Shakespearean Drama reading class when she saw him approach the front of the room. He began to read Romeo's part of Romeo and Juliet. She could not take her eyes off of him. He had short length blonde hair and dark brown eyes.
His voice was entrancing and she seemed to stare at him for eternity. He noticed her stare and smiled, meeting her eyes; it seemed as if he was reading to her and only her.
At the end of class, he met her in the hall and asked her out for drinks, introducing himself as Charlie Hart, an aspiring playwright; that one date led to many more. A year to the day of their first encounter, Charlie took Violet to Cape May, New Jersey and they stayed at a bed and breakfast. On the second night of their stay, Violet returned to their room after Charlie asked her to go get him something from the gift shop. Upon her return she found the room covered with rose petals. She smiled slightly and walked slowly inside, looking for Charlie. She looked down to see a line of rose petals trailing to the bed. She walked to the bed and looked down on it to see a circle of roses around a small black box. As she picked up the box, Charlie emerged from the bathroom and smiled at her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She opened the box to see a diamond platinum ring. Her eyes widened as he turned her to face him as he was going down on one knee. “My dear Violet, you are the light in my life… everything that I have ever wanted and more. I want us to be together forever and have a family. Please marry me, Violet…” She smiled brightly and bent down to jump into his arms screaming “yes!”
Two years later they were married in a small chapel in Charlie’s home town in New Jersey and in 1999 and after being married for nine years, Violet stopped acting in plays and musicals to give birth to a healthy baby girl they named Olivia. Violet stopped working to raise their daughter and Charlie continued to write screenplays and got involved with directing an off-Broadway play that was beginning to take off. He managed to pay the rent for their SoHo two-bedroom apartment with the money he brought in from these projects, among other ones.
One night Charlie was coming home late from rehearsals in Brooklyn. The sky was filled with clouds and a light fog filled the empty streets. He checked his watch, it was already 2am. As he went to take the first step toward the underground subway station, he felt a jab of cold, blunt metal being pressed to the back of his head. He froze in place as a voice mumbled "Give me your wallet!" Charlie nervously reached for his pocket as the man behind him twitched slightly, waiting. In the distance, sirens suddenly were heard in the distance and seemed to be coming toward their location. The man became uneasy, waving his gun for Charlie to hurry up. As the man turned to look down the street toward the sounds of the siren, Charlie turned toward him, meeting his face as the man turned back around. Charlie squinted, trying to get a good look at him under the dim street light. As the sirens began to seem close, the man panicked and shot Charlie in the chest. He immediately ran away as Charlie's body hit the ground. As Charlie laid bleeding on the ground, the sirens passed by and the sound went further and further away before they seemed to just disappear into the night.
It was 5am and Charlie hadn't gotten home yet. Violet grew more and more worried by the minute, already calling her mother to come over in case something happened. Then she received the phone call she had been scared to receive all night. "Mrs. Hart, your husband needs you at the hospital . . . he's been hurt." Violet immediately rushed there and went to her husband's side; he was laying in a coma on a hospital bed. For 3 days she stayed by his side and rarely slept or ate. There was no hope... he'd never wake up. So she watched them shut down the machines keeping him alive and silence filled the room as she watched her all source of life from her husband disappear.
September 2nd, 2003 Violet sat on a patch of grass in front of tombstone. It read “Charles A. Hart. Beloved Father, husband and son. April 5, 1977 - September 2, 2003.” One year had already passed... and the life inside Violet was still missing. It died with the death of her husband and she feared it was lost forever. She rose from the grass and met her mother-in-law back at the car where she waited for her. Her and her mother-in-law agreed to have Charlie buried in New Jersey, on a hill that over looked the chapel they were married in. When Violet looked over the hill, looking upon the chapel where they started their life together in, she couldn’t help but smile as tears streamed down her cheeks, remembering their happy times together.
Her mother-in-law drove her back home to SoHo where her mother was now staying with her to help her with Olivia, who was now 3. Violet silently left her mother-in-law's car and went up to her apartment. She walked in and looked slowly around. The walls were colored gold and an entertainment system sat against a wall, a golden and black couch along with a black leather recliner sitting in front of it. There was a mess of toys and stuffed animals sitting on the floor along with her daughter. She immediately smiled when she saw her daughter. Her blonde hair in pigtails and her big brown eyes always wide with wonder. She reminded her so much of Charlie, she couldn't help but smile. Olivia immediately jumped to her feet upon seeing Violet and ran to her, wrapping her arms around Violet's legs. Violet picked her daughter up, hugging her tightly in her arms as Olivia buried her head into Violet’s shoulder. Olivia was too young to understand that her father was dead but she seemed to understand he was never coming back. She sat down on the floor to play with her daughter, not saying more then 2 words to her mother who was sitting at the kitchen table sipping her tea, she knew that Violet never liked to talk after her visits to the cemetery. This was the last full day she’d have to play with her daughter until the weekend since she took a job as a drama professor at NYU, she had to take full advantage of her last day at home.
The night fell quickly upon them and after a full day of playing with her daughter, she put her to bed. Violet undressed, changing into pajamas and slipped under the covers of her bed, taking a deep breath. She laid her head on her pillow and stared at the ceiling, saying softly to herself, “Tomorrow is a new day, this is what Charlie would have wanted, I have to move on."
Class began at 9am and as Violet entered the room at 8:50, students were already sitting at desks, watching her entrance. She somewhat nervously went to her desk; she had lost a lot of her spirit and spunk since Charlie died, she had wondered if she'd be able to find it inside herself again.
At 9am she took roll and began class with seeing how each student handled readings and how much they already knew. In memory of her first meeting with Charlie, she gave each student a scene and part to read of Romeo and Juliet. Each student had their own talent, most of them had obviously deserved to be here but one student seemed to catch her attention especially. A young man of about 21 years of age with shoulder length blonde hair and brown eyes approached the front of the classroom and read Romeo's part of the balcony scene. It was like looking back in time; Violet watched the boy speak and was immediately entranced by him. He had reminded her of Charlie so much, and had an obvious talent. Violet shook her head, trying to snap out of it and the boy gave her an odd look, wondering if had done something wrong. She asked him to sit down and continued on with the readings until the end of class. The young man approached Violet as the students departed and cleared his throat. She looked up, studying his face as he spoke "Mrs. Hart? Hi, I’m Trevor Windsor. I noticed the look you gave me and how quickly you asked me to sit back down, was anything wrong with my reading?" She shook her head. "No, no, of course not... I just had heard enough. You did very well, I apologize if I had you sit down before you finished." He nodded, "Just wanted to make sure I didn't do anything wrong . . . well, thanks." She nodded back to him, avoiding eye contact as he walked out of the classroom, off to his next class.
As soon as he left the room she took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She had to stop seeing Charlie, especially in her students. She rubbed her forehead and continued with her day, ending at 6pm to go back to her waiting mother and daughter.
An older woman, who would look almost identical to the first woman, if it weren't for her own grey hair, wrapped an arm around her and pulled the umbrella over them both. "It'll be alright, Violet…" she said, "It'll be ok".
Violet had moved to New York City 17 years ago to attend Julliard for Drama. She had come directly from London, England where she was born and raised. She enjoyed being in New York City and knew that she could make it there and become an actress.
Her junior year of college saw her sitting at her desk during a Shakespearean Drama reading class when she saw him approach the front of the room. He began to read Romeo's part of Romeo and Juliet. She could not take her eyes off of him. He had short length blonde hair and dark brown eyes.
His voice was entrancing and she seemed to stare at him for eternity. He noticed her stare and smiled, meeting her eyes; it seemed as if he was reading to her and only her.
At the end of class, he met her in the hall and asked her out for drinks, introducing himself as Charlie Hart, an aspiring playwright; that one date led to many more. A year to the day of their first encounter, Charlie took Violet to Cape May, New Jersey and they stayed at a bed and breakfast. On the second night of their stay, Violet returned to their room after Charlie asked her to go get him something from the gift shop. Upon her return she found the room covered with rose petals. She smiled slightly and walked slowly inside, looking for Charlie. She looked down to see a line of rose petals trailing to the bed. She walked to the bed and looked down on it to see a circle of roses around a small black box. As she picked up the box, Charlie emerged from the bathroom and smiled at her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She opened the box to see a diamond platinum ring. Her eyes widened as he turned her to face him as he was going down on one knee. “My dear Violet, you are the light in my life… everything that I have ever wanted and more. I want us to be together forever and have a family. Please marry me, Violet…” She smiled brightly and bent down to jump into his arms screaming “yes!”
Two years later they were married in a small chapel in Charlie’s home town in New Jersey and in 1999 and after being married for nine years, Violet stopped acting in plays and musicals to give birth to a healthy baby girl they named Olivia. Violet stopped working to raise their daughter and Charlie continued to write screenplays and got involved with directing an off-Broadway play that was beginning to take off. He managed to pay the rent for their SoHo two-bedroom apartment with the money he brought in from these projects, among other ones.
One night Charlie was coming home late from rehearsals in Brooklyn. The sky was filled with clouds and a light fog filled the empty streets. He checked his watch, it was already 2am. As he went to take the first step toward the underground subway station, he felt a jab of cold, blunt metal being pressed to the back of his head. He froze in place as a voice mumbled "Give me your wallet!" Charlie nervously reached for his pocket as the man behind him twitched slightly, waiting. In the distance, sirens suddenly were heard in the distance and seemed to be coming toward their location. The man became uneasy, waving his gun for Charlie to hurry up. As the man turned to look down the street toward the sounds of the siren, Charlie turned toward him, meeting his face as the man turned back around. Charlie squinted, trying to get a good look at him under the dim street light. As the sirens began to seem close, the man panicked and shot Charlie in the chest. He immediately ran away as Charlie's body hit the ground. As Charlie laid bleeding on the ground, the sirens passed by and the sound went further and further away before they seemed to just disappear into the night.
It was 5am and Charlie hadn't gotten home yet. Violet grew more and more worried by the minute, already calling her mother to come over in case something happened. Then she received the phone call she had been scared to receive all night. "Mrs. Hart, your husband needs you at the hospital . . . he's been hurt." Violet immediately rushed there and went to her husband's side; he was laying in a coma on a hospital bed. For 3 days she stayed by his side and rarely slept or ate. There was no hope... he'd never wake up. So she watched them shut down the machines keeping him alive and silence filled the room as she watched her all source of life from her husband disappear.
September 2nd, 2003 Violet sat on a patch of grass in front of tombstone. It read “Charles A. Hart. Beloved Father, husband and son. April 5, 1977 - September 2, 2003.” One year had already passed... and the life inside Violet was still missing. It died with the death of her husband and she feared it was lost forever. She rose from the grass and met her mother-in-law back at the car where she waited for her. Her and her mother-in-law agreed to have Charlie buried in New Jersey, on a hill that over looked the chapel they were married in. When Violet looked over the hill, looking upon the chapel where they started their life together in, she couldn’t help but smile as tears streamed down her cheeks, remembering their happy times together.
Her mother-in-law drove her back home to SoHo where her mother was now staying with her to help her with Olivia, who was now 3. Violet silently left her mother-in-law's car and went up to her apartment. She walked in and looked slowly around. The walls were colored gold and an entertainment system sat against a wall, a golden and black couch along with a black leather recliner sitting in front of it. There was a mess of toys and stuffed animals sitting on the floor along with her daughter. She immediately smiled when she saw her daughter. Her blonde hair in pigtails and her big brown eyes always wide with wonder. She reminded her so much of Charlie, she couldn't help but smile. Olivia immediately jumped to her feet upon seeing Violet and ran to her, wrapping her arms around Violet's legs. Violet picked her daughter up, hugging her tightly in her arms as Olivia buried her head into Violet’s shoulder. Olivia was too young to understand that her father was dead but she seemed to understand he was never coming back. She sat down on the floor to play with her daughter, not saying more then 2 words to her mother who was sitting at the kitchen table sipping her tea, she knew that Violet never liked to talk after her visits to the cemetery. This was the last full day she’d have to play with her daughter until the weekend since she took a job as a drama professor at NYU, she had to take full advantage of her last day at home.
The night fell quickly upon them and after a full day of playing with her daughter, she put her to bed. Violet undressed, changing into pajamas and slipped under the covers of her bed, taking a deep breath. She laid her head on her pillow and stared at the ceiling, saying softly to herself, “Tomorrow is a new day, this is what Charlie would have wanted, I have to move on."
Class began at 9am and as Violet entered the room at 8:50, students were already sitting at desks, watching her entrance. She somewhat nervously went to her desk; she had lost a lot of her spirit and spunk since Charlie died, she had wondered if she'd be able to find it inside herself again.
At 9am she took roll and began class with seeing how each student handled readings and how much they already knew. In memory of her first meeting with Charlie, she gave each student a scene and part to read of Romeo and Juliet. Each student had their own talent, most of them had obviously deserved to be here but one student seemed to catch her attention especially. A young man of about 21 years of age with shoulder length blonde hair and brown eyes approached the front of the classroom and read Romeo's part of the balcony scene. It was like looking back in time; Violet watched the boy speak and was immediately entranced by him. He had reminded her of Charlie so much, and had an obvious talent. Violet shook her head, trying to snap out of it and the boy gave her an odd look, wondering if had done something wrong. She asked him to sit down and continued on with the readings until the end of class. The young man approached Violet as the students departed and cleared his throat. She looked up, studying his face as he spoke "Mrs. Hart? Hi, I’m Trevor Windsor. I noticed the look you gave me and how quickly you asked me to sit back down, was anything wrong with my reading?" She shook her head. "No, no, of course not... I just had heard enough. You did very well, I apologize if I had you sit down before you finished." He nodded, "Just wanted to make sure I didn't do anything wrong . . . well, thanks." She nodded back to him, avoiding eye contact as he walked out of the classroom, off to his next class.
As soon as he left the room she took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She had to stop seeing Charlie, especially in her students. She rubbed her forehead and continued with her day, ending at 6pm to go back to her waiting mother and daughter.