And the final chapter is here, don't worry it's not over. I'm not going to stall so you can get reading, but be sure to check out the author's note at the end ;))
„Whe- are w- leav-n-?" asked Vincent carefully. „As soon as possible." I smiled and looked at clocks. Almost twelve. Bo will come for lunch any minute. „Vince, pack your things, I'll give lunch to Bo, and when he'll leave, we'll go as well."
Shouldn't we say our goodbyes or something? I mean, it's weird to leave this all here to him. But, I love that idea, Beth.
He calls me Beth again! I know it's alright now. „Ehm, I'll leave him dinner here. We'll write him a note, it would be too risky to tell him that right in face." I smiled and kissed him on his mask. I went to kitchen, where I warmed lasagne up in the microwave. Bo just came back: „It's horrible weather out there. You made a lasagne? Yummy!" I gave him the plate. He sat in living room and I made to sandwiches and hid them.
Bo then laid on couch. I cleaned the plate, but realized it's kinda late. „Hey, Bo?" „Uhm-hm?" „Shouldn't you go to work?" „No one was there, no one will be there." „Wrong! It's bad weather full of car accidents and you have to be on your place!" He sighed, but then stood up and looked at me. „Okay, I go. But I want tasty warm dinner, when I'll come back." „Sure, Bo, I was about to cook anyway." I smiled, waved him and when he left, I started to cook a soup and some leftovers of chicken with rice. I finished, put it in microwave and went to check on Vincent. He was ready, sitting on his bed, putting some photos in his old suitcase. He nodded and together we went to living room, where we wrote a note for Bo:Hey, Bo. Right, when you're reading this, we are already gone.
I and Beth are leaving, don't try to find us, take control of this place and be happy. If there'd be any problems, you know the phone number of your doctor. We believe you'll handle it here.
Don't worry we won't forget about you.
Lisa: Take care, big man, lost people will need you in the gas station.
V: I trust in you, you were always „the boss", no one can do anything to you here. Don't forget, who always had to clean it. Money is on your table.We put it on the microwave, so he could find it easily. I don't really understand the „V-part" but Bo surely does. Of course, we weren't about leave him forever. We would visit him. But not tomorrow, not next week and not next month. It all needs some time. I took sandwiches, my jeans, Vincent by hand and together we ran to the car behind the stream. I saw Bo, relaxing in the gas station, so we carefully sneaked around and got to the car. „Hell yeah, we made it!" I was so happy, that we made it, so I hugged Vince. I started the car and I saw that something caught his eye. It was the red wax bird we made together. Ten years ago. He took some paper and I pass him a pen and he wrote me:
Wow. Now I see you really mean it, I trust you.
We setted off, but then I realize, that Vince probably doesn't have a passport. Well, then I'll have to drive to California. But I don't mind. I'm with Vincent, so nothing can really stop me now.
Bo
Oh my gosh. Finally! It's 18:00 PM. Poor Lisa. She still thinks that there are more people alive than just me and Vincent. Who would need a help in small gas station in unknown town like Ambrose? Well except those two yesterday. The storm wasn't so bad, so I took my coat and went to house. I took some flowers from meadow. Maybe my life has new meaning. I was kinda happy. Maybe it was just the spring atmosphere and the fresh air after rain. Maybe something new was really beginning. I don't believe, that Lisabeth came back just for Vincent. nI got home and I heard the storm was starting again. „Hey y'all, I'm back!" I said and laughed, when I realized it's pretty quiet in here. „Hello?" I ran upstairs and opened the door of Vincent's room. It was... tidy and emptier. Some of his clothes and photos were missing.What is that supposed to mean? I ran back to kitchen. There was a note on the microwave. I read it. I read it like 3 times and I still couldn't believe it. Did they left? They have really left? I got really mad, but also sad. Desperatelly. I ran out of house and kept looking around. A flash hit the church, but luckily, there was a lightning rod. „LISABETHA!!! VINCENT!!! YOU-YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE, LIKE THAT!" Of course, they didn't hear my scream. They couldn't. There I was. All alone in the city full of wax. I was so desperate. I went back in house and open the bottle of rum. That's all I could remember. I woke up about 2-3 days later, lying on bank near the stream.
I hardly stood up and tried to get back in house. It was all sunny and nice, but my body hurted. And my heart was broken. After more than 30 minutes I finally got in the house. I saw some smacked dishes, at first I thought that someone was in there, but then I realized it must've been me. I saw 4 empty bottles of alcohol and an empty bottle of my pills. It was more then 10 years old, normally the whole bottle of this would kill me! I wonder how come I am still alive. I laid on couch and I heard some voices. A lot of voices. Then I saw furniture flying. Suddenly the table was coming to me very fast and I passed out.
Finally I woke up afternoon. Clear head, no hallucination. I cleaned the house, ate the food left in microwave and went upstairs. I took on some nice clothes. Jeans, shirt, I put gel in my hair and got in car. I drove to the nearest city and used the phone booth. I was about to start „new life". But not really without Lisa... and Vincent. When I didn't die till now, I believe I can happily live for some more years. I looked at paper in my hand and dialed the phone number of my psychologist.
So that was it, I hope you did like it! As I said, don't worry, it's not over. I'm writing new "season". I'm hope this whole story will get at least 20 votes in total, so I can start updating soon. Link will appear here and in the description as well. :) Your support makes me really happy and motivated for writing, so please keep sharing, voting and reading. XOXO for now and see you soon :)
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