Annabelle's locket

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Annabelle's Locket very soon!

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Would you do anything for the one you loved? No matter the consequences?

As Dylan Maverick pushed me off of the road, I saw his body slam against the pickup truck. I screamed in terror and ran towards him. The man in the truck got out, yelling apologies. At the time, I felt a genuine loathing for that man. I remembered him as clear as day. Middle aged, burly, gray haired, and tall. People got out of their cars and flooded around me. My mind swirled and I focused on Dylan, laying out in the road. I fell down next to him, his eyes were rolled back and his heart had stopped. I would never see his beautiful blue eyes again, his lopsided grin, his smoldering expression. I placed my head on his chest and weeped. My life was over, without Dylan I couldn't think of anything that would make me happy again. I was bound to a life of misery. The police arrived, and the paramedics. "Miss, we have to take him." a paramedic touched my shoulder. No, I never was going to let go. "No!" I screamed and the paramedic stepped back. I was pulled off by the police gently and I watched as his body was rolled into the ambulance, gone forever. The police asked me questions, and realized I wasn't in the state of mind to do so and scheduled me to come by a week later.

A day later I was in my apartment, looking out the window at the palm trees and the ocean. I pictured Dylan and I running along the edge, holding hands. A tear streamed down my face and hours had past. I was in the same position and heard a knock on my door. I sighed and got up, the memory fading away. I opened the door and my mother stood there, holding her arms out. I fell into them and we hugged. I was so thankful for my mother. She was the only person in the world I loved now. "Honey I am so sorry. I'm here for you." her gentle, soft voice spoke as she stroked my hair. We sat in my tiny living room on the couch. We remained there and I fell asleep in her arms, waking up in her arms. I sat up and she smiled sadly at me. "Nice sleep?" she asked. "No." I replied with honesty. I had dreamt of Dylan. "How about I run to Starbucks and get some coffee?" my mom asked, holding my hand. "Sure." I smiled and she left. I stared around my apartment. Noah had left things here when he stayed and I decided to collect them in a box. I couldn't bare to keep them around. I picked up his clothes, toothbrush, shoes, and gasped. Inside of his jacket pocket was a little black velvet box. Tears escaped my eyes as I opened it, revealing a diamond ring. It was beautiful. I sobbed, and stayed there until my mom arrived. "What is it honey?" she asked, placing the cups down and walking towards me, curled up on the rug. As soon as she saw it, she put her hand over her mouth, teary eyed. Dylan was going to propose to me. "It's all my fault." I wept. "No, honey. It's nobodies fault. It was an accident. A tragic one at that." she replied and I stood up. "I shouldn't have crossed the road like that. I am so stupid." I said. "Oh Sylvia, you are not stupid. You are a beautiful, strong woman." my mother said, her gray eyes that resembled mine shone. "Thanks mom." I sniffled and we drank some coffee, discussing the funeral plans. It was scheduled in four weeks, in July.

The next days I went to work at the aquarium of San Diego. I loves working there, but even flippers the seal couldn't make me happy. The employees there were overly nice to me and quite annoying. "See you Sylvia." the last of employees said goodbye. I had decided to stay at the aquarium late. I went to check that everyone had left and after that was finished I visited Harry, the sea turtle, missing a fin. I watched him swimming, but struggling. Harry reminded me of myself, struggling to go on, without a choice. I walked up to the glass and watched the lights illuminating the water and the turtle resting on a rock. "Excuse me miss." a voice spoke from behind me. I turned around and saw a man. He was very good looking, with choppy caramel hair and deep brown eyes. I quickly pushed away the fact. "Sorry aquariums closed." I said, remembering checking all the rooms. He reached in the pocket of his khaki pants and pulled out a piece of paper. "Im the vet. here to take a checkup on Harry." he said, shoving it back in his pocket. "Why so late?" I asked. "Sorry, I ran into a few people I knew on the way-I walked." he replied, shrugging. "You're lucky I'm here, this place would've been locked." I replied sternly. I was the owner. "Oh, sorry." he said. "Well follow me." this man obviously didn't have much experience. "Right." he said, following me. "This is a cool place. I've only been here once before." he spoke as we reached the top of the tank. I didn't reply and put a wet suit on. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Getting Harry." I raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're a vet?" I asked with suspicion. He threw his arms up. "Hey, I'm new, cut some slack." he scoffed. I hopped into the tank and descended to the bottom, gently grabbing Harry and pulling him back to the top. "Here take him." I reached out from the water, giving Harry to the vet. I got out, and he had set up a towel and placed Harry on it, along with some tools. "What's your name?" he asked while working. "Is he okay?" I asked instead. He gave me a funny look and then nodded. I'm giving him the monthly pills and I'll be on my way." he said. "Okay, good." I nodded, leaving. "Wait. What's your name?" he asked, standing up. "Don't just leave him there-" I looked at Harry on the towel. "He's fine." the man said rolling his eyes. "Sylvia Moon. Now please finish up here." I stressed. "Fine! I'm Keegan by the way." he said sarcastically. He finished and we climbed down the ladder and towards the exit. "Well thanks, I'll see you next month." I said flatly. "Okay, nice meeting you." he didn't sound thrilled and left. After that incident I locked up and drove home to get some well needed rest. Laying in bed I had though about the conversation I had with that man Keegan. I had acted pretty rude, now that I thought about it. Losing Dylan made me repellent to anyone besides my mom. That's just the way it was.

How do you zlike it? Should I make a story of it?

if I do this will be chapter 1