One WeekThe days passed so slowly that she could hear the seconds ticking off in what seemed like hours. Tick tick tick. Sighing, the pretty red-haired girl rolled over in her bed. It had only been a week. A lousy, slow, stupid week since she had died. But here she was, sitting in bed, tucked under the comforter and snuggling into the pillow of her still-living husband. Why had she put herself into this sort of nightmare? Why had she /insisted/? Now she lay miserably in their shared bed wishing desperately that she had given in.One Week by ~PrincessMitchi
"It will be romantic," she had said, "Won't it be something when we're reunited in twenty years?"
"No," he had replied, "
C+E At The FairChristoph had been dating Elizabeth for a few weeks when he came upon her and another boy in the hallway at school. To her credit, she wasn't really doing anything to egg the boy on, but the boy… well, Christoph could feel his blood boiling. As soon as the boy had left, Christoph swept in to talk to his red-haired beauty. After making sure she wasn't planning on going out with the charming (and better looking, in Christoph's opinion) boy, he secured a date with her for Saturday night.C+E At The Fair by ~PrincessMitchi
There was a fair in town, one of the ones with the rides and a petting zoo and plenty of carnival games to play and win prizes at. Christoph himself wasn
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