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Accidental Love [Chapter 23]
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 Created on 12-26-07
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Chapter 23
Logan paled. Austin’s dead? He thought.
He stared at the girl blankly, still registering his death. No, no, he can’t be dead, Austin thought.
He slowly shook his head and scoffed, “No, he isn’t. He’s tougher than that.” The two girls didn’t answer.
Logan tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
“Are you okay?” The girl that had talked to him asked. He looked sick.
“Um, yeah.” He said, distracted. He looked up and said, “Thanks.”
He began to walk away, thinking why Austin killed himself.
It can’t be because of Sophie, can it? He wouldn’t let a girl get to him.
Logan almost believed himself when he realized with a sinking feeling, there was no other reason why the police had taken Sophie. He must’ve done something that led them to think of her.
Logan yearned for Sophie’s touch but he instantly felt guilty.
It was because of them that Austin had left this world.
Sophie w/ Cops
Sophie sat in the police car, frustrated as to why they would ask for her. It wasn’t as if she had killed anyone, was it?
“Why are you guys asking for me?” She questioned the young man that had led her away. She spoke loudly because of the thick plastic wall between the rear seats and front seats.
“Quite frankly, I don’t think it is my place to tell you what happened. You will have to wait until you get to the station.”
Sophie groaned in frustration and kicked the seat in front of her. She glanced back at the officer who was staring at her through the review mirror.
“Sorry,” She said hastily and loudly as she averted her gaze.
“It’s alright.” He answered, “Don’t worry; you aren’t in any kind of trouble.”
She breathed a sigh of relief as they pulled into the station. She waited for the police officer to pull open the door since there are no handles in the back of the police car to exit.
As she climbed out, the officer said, “This way.”
She walked after the officer with dread filling her body with each step.
As she turned the corner inside the building, she was greeted by an unpleasant sight of a lady with puffy eyes as if she had been crying.
When Sophie passed by her, she thought, Hm. That’s odd… she looks just like Austin.
She opened the door and saw a man sitting in an arm chair, going through some papers.
“Ah,” He said, looking up, “Miss Sophie. Please have a seat.” Sophie slowly seated herself in front of the man, anticipating what the deal was.
The man folded his hands in front of him as he thought of the best possible way to break the news to her.
“Ms. Sophie, I’m afraid I have some very horrible news…” He started, staring at her for any reaction.
“Go on,” She prodded, weakly smiling. She braced herself for the worst.
“Your friend, Austin, he… he committed suicide what appears like yesterday night.”
Sophie froze. She felt her blood turn ice cold, her head spun. She gripped her seat tightly till her knuckles turned white.
“No…” She whispered, tears coming into play, “He can’t die. He couldn’t have.”
Drops fell from her eyes, cascading like a waterfall. The officer waited patiently as he offered her tissues. Sophie’s heart cracked; she still loved him.
“Why…” Sophie asked squeezing her eyes shut.
“That’s what we want to figure out,” He replied, gazing intently at her grief stricken face, “And you’re the key to the answer.”
Sophie’s face portrayed confusion.
“He left a note, with your name on it. We’re hoping this was a suicide, even though it’s almost certain, and not a murder. We didn’t open it… so it’s up to you.” He said gently as he passed her the envelope.
She shakily took it, staring down at her name which was printed in his neat script. Clear fluid splashed on it and she realized it was her tears. Quickly brushing them away, she slowly slid a finger into the fold and flipped it open. She pulled out the note; slowly opening it as if was deathly.
Her eyes fled word after word, period after period. With each passing sentence her heart dropped more and more until it couldn’t drop any further. Tears kept flooding out like an endless river.
Her hand flew to her mouth as she quietly sobbed, reading “I can’t live my life alone without you.”
She choked on her sobs as she read over and over a specific line, “They say love is the slowest form of suicide. And, I cannot agree more on that matter.”
He died because of me, she thought with a sickening feeling. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes.
As she read the final line, she seemed glued to it. “Please don’t think about me, it’s not your fault, sweets, its mine. I couldn’t hang onto you.”
She tossed aside the letter as she covered her face with both her hands.
How can I not think about him?! She thought as she cried into her hands, and how could he say it was his fault! It’s MY fault; I was the one who chose to be unfaithful.
She gazed up at the man with tear-filled eyes. He looked at her with sympathy and pity.
Though he hated to ask, he had to do his job.
“Is it confirmed?” He questioned.
Sophie nodded miserably, as she passed the letter to him. He quickly read through it as he said quietly,
“I’m so sorry, Miss.”
She tried to say it was okay but the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth.
Because it wasn’t okay. It would never be okay.
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