This one is for you - Charles Leclerc ff. (In English)

• chapter 17

-Charles, would you mind going out for some desser? Pierre is coming today!- I shouted from the kitchen, when the boy entered the place. I looked at the clock, it said 4 o'clock.

-Of course! What should I bring?-he came closer and pressed a kiss on my mouth.

-Mmm, I don't know. A few bags of chips would be nice. And cola and orange juice. And if possible, can you bring me some Mars chocolate?-I looked at him with pleading eyes, and he nodded.

-Of course I can.-the boy spun me around and kissed me again.-I love you!

-I love you more.-I whispered.-Take care of yourself and hurry home!-I smiled intently and the boy already disappeared behind the door...

It's half past seven. I'm calling Charles, he doesnn't pick up. I've called a hundred times, but nothing happens. Then I hear the door opens. I rush over and am about to shout at Charles when I notice that instead of the expected boy, Pierre enters the door.

-Where's Charles?- I looked at him, and he stared at me strangely.

-Shouldn't he be at home?-he asked.

-Do you think I would ask if he was at home?- I started to panic. I walked up and down the house.-At 4 o'clock he went to the store and did not come home. He doesn't pick up and I, I called but I didn't-I stuttered before Pierre grabbed my shoulder and stopped me.

-Calm down. No problem. He must have just popped into other places. He will be home soon!-He said and sat me down on the couch. He managed to settle down a bit, then turned on the TV. Suddenly my phone started ringing. I walked over and saw Charles' name flashing on my display. I started to smile, a huge stone fell from my heart.

-It's him!-Pierre smiled, then I picked up the phone.-Finally, where are you?-I scolded, when an unknown voice answered the phone.

-Ma'am, I'm Michael Jonas from the police department. Could you sit down for a minute?- the man said, and my heart stopped. I walked over to Pierre on the couch, but tears were already streaming from my eyes.

-I..Isat down. Where's Charles?-I asked, but there was no answer.-WHERE'S CHARLES?-I shouted, but still nothing. I started sobbing loudly.

-Sarah what is it? What happened?- Pierre looks at me desperately, but I don't speak. I just cry and cry and cry.

-I'm sorry, madam, your boyfriend lost his life in a car accident.-said the man, and I started to scream. It can not be true. I can't lose his. He is the love of my life. Is this a scam? We still have a lot to do together, he can't leave. Not possible. No.

-Charles...CHARLES-I shouted, but there was no answer. I felt everything fade, and then that Pierre was trying to stand me up, but he couldn't.
He was my only one. And I lost him.
Not possible. It was also announced on TV. Pierre looked over and started to cry too. We were both broken. We both broke down.-Pierre!-I shouted when he wiped his tears.-Pierre, take me there, please. Take me there!- I said, and Pierre nodded and stood up. We hurried out of the apartment and, leaving everything as it was, drove to the convenience store 3 corners from our house, where the wrecked Ferrari could be seen from afar. It became unrecognizable. Then came the final blow. I saw the hearse drive away. I got out of the car and ran after the black car. -Charles, don't..-I shouted and just ran until a strong arm caught me. A policeman was standing in front of me. I tried to get out of his grip, but there was no way. I let go and fell to the ground. Lando spawned right there in front of me. He took my face in his hands.

-Sarah..Sarah I'm here, I'm here.-his teary eyes looked into mine. -I'm here.- he said and pulled me into his arms.

-Charles is dead...Charles is gone.-I repeated and just cried...

They say there's nothing more painful than having your old scars ripped open. They are lying. It hurts even more when new ones are carved in place of the old ones. The place of it already healed begins to bleed again. And it just bleeds and bleeds and bleeds. And you can't do anything about it. No matter how hard you try to survive, you are so helpless, you might not even be able to move.

And that's what he did to me. But what's even better is that afterwards he was able to heal these scars with his huge heart and love. And he did it again and again. He did it for me. I don't remember him as a jerk who can only make nasty comments. I will never remember him like that.

I remember him as my husband. Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc. Husband of Sarah O'Connell Leclerc. The one who did everything for me, came through fire and water for me. I remember him as my closest friend. Who always fought for me. He always told me the truth. He was always by my side. I remember him as my soulmate. We may not seem the same at first, but we are. We have suffered just as much and deserve to be loved and protected just as much. And we deserve life just as much.

I remember him as the best man in the world. And I will remember him that way.

For now and forever.