Louis Frye: A Lackadaisy Oc Story

Louis' Final Day

Nearly six decades had passed since those cherished days with the Lackadaisy crew, I remained the sole survivor among those who once toiled at the Little Daisy. The pangs of longing for my departed companions were as acute as ever. Life had granted me the privilege of marrying my soulmate, and together we welcomed a beautiful daughter into our world. Watching her grow and thrive was a source of immense joy.

As fate would have it, my daughter found her own love and married a young man of great kindness. Our days were spent in a rustic farmhouse, a stone's throw away from St. Louis. While we embraced a quiet rural life, we occasionally ventured into town, reserving such outings for special occasions.

This was one such occasion. Our desire for a delightful family evening led us to the theater, where we relished a captivating play. As the curtains drew to a close, hunger beckoned us to find a dinner spot. Proposing the idea of splitting up temporarily, I suggested reconvening at a designated bench - a location imbued with meaning for me.

Daughter: Are you going to be okay here, Dad? Maybe you should've stayed home.

Louis: I am home.

Gathering their belongings, my family dispersed in search of a suitable restaurant, each step echoing with the anticipation of a shared meal and fond memories in the making.

Seated on a bench, I gazed at the spot once occupied by the now-absent Little Daisy building, a nostalgic smile forming amid a tearful glance. I began to reminisce about the joyful moments of the past.

(Flashback)

Atlas, Mitzi, and I were on our way to an ice cream parlor. Mitzi went to the counter to order, leaving me and Atlas engrossed in a meaningful conversation.

Louis: Love is a peculiar thing, isn't it?

Atlas: Indeed, love is quite strange, but once you find it, you should treasure it.

We shared a smile as Mitzi returned with our ice cream.

Mitzi: What were you two talking about?

Louis: Nothing important.

Atlas chuckled softly, and we had a delightful evening together.

(End of Flashback)

A soft sound drew my attention, and as I turned, I found a stranger settling beside me.

Man: Excuse me, sir. Do you know where I could find a good job?

Louis: Are you new to St. Louis?

He nodded, bearing a resemblance to Rocky, which brought memories of my old friend flooding back. His nervous demeanor reminded me of my younger self. It brought back memories of my youth.

(Flashback)

Woman: That was some good piano playin.

Lifting my gaze, I noticed a woman and a man standing before me, their eyes directed my way. I couldn't help but wonder what had caught their attention and what their intentions might be.

Louis: T-Thanks.

(Flashback End)

Louis: Try to locate a café with a friendly owner. Trust me, it should work out.

I started coughing, and he reached out to hold my hand. I looked at him, and he nodded.

Man: Get some rest, old man. Yeah?

As he departed, a sense of closure washed over me. It was as if the chill of death's touch was near, finally granting me a reunion with my departed friends. With a serene expression, I gently closed my eyes.

Louis: Goodnight my love.

(3rd person pov)

As Louis welcomed the embrace of his final journey near the building that held profound significance in his life, he departed this world with a heart at peace. His passage to the afterlife was marked by a complete absence of regrets, a testament to a life lived fully.

Left behind were his loving wife, devoted daughter, and caring son-in-law, who would forever hold his memory close to their hearts. Louis's absence would undoubtedly create a void in their lives, yet the legacy of his love and the impact of his presence would continue to shape their own journeys in the years to come.

(A Day Before)

Louis sat at the table, tears streaming down his face as he penned a note to his family. This is what it said:

"I wish I had known how much time I had, so I could have cherished every moment wisely. I felt lost when my friends departed, but you, my beautiful wife, breathed life back into my soul. The birth of our daughter filled me with more hope than ever before. I only wish that Mitzi, Atlas, Rocky, Freckle, and Ivy could witness the wonderful family we've become. But now, my time has come to an end. Farewell, my beloved family. I will reunite with you in heaven. With love, Louis May Fyre."

1906-1987

(The End)

Sorry for the sad chapter, I needed a way to end the story in a sad way. I cried writing this. I'm gonna miss writing this, I really am. Thank you to everyone who read this, it was fun and I love you all. ~JD~

Some songs I listened to while I wrote this

Sneak Peak For A New Oc Story

I quietly gathered my belongings, determined to escape this stifling family situation. My hand rested on the front door knob, and just as I was about to make my exit, I heard a door open behind me.

Father: Jon! Go back to bed!

Startled, I dropped my suitcases and turned to face him.

Jonathan: Dad, I'm 18. You can't keep me here.

I reached for the doorknob once more.

Father: You're not walking through that door, Jon!

Jonathan: Watch me!

I flung the front door open, stormed out, and let it slam shut behind me. With determination, I hopped into the waiting car, started the engine, and drove away, leaving my father running after me in the rearview mirror.