Polaroid Pictures

Polaroid Pictures

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When the first polaroid arrived at my door stop early morning, I assumed it was an early Christmas card, or maybe an invitation to a distant relatives wedding. The paper was crisp in my hand, and judging from the small damp patch on the back, I assumed it had only just be licked and sealed shut. Tearing it open, I looked down at the polaroid, and back up to the empty street. Everything was silent...except for my thumping heart. It was a picture of me, standing close to the headstone of my dead brother. Ten years ago my brother died in a freak car accident with some other kids. In the distance, someone stood close, watching. Adrian.
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He kissed my head and smiled down at me. I couldn't help but smile back and kiss his bare chest. This moment was perfect, and I didn't ever want to leave it. "What's your name, my dearest mate?" He asked in his husky voice. "Rosemary, but everyone just calls me Rose. And yours my handsome mate?" I asked sweetly. "Baine. You have a beautiful name my sweet Rose." "Thank you, I love your name as well." He kissed me softly and before the kiss could deepen, he stiffened. Proof that he was mind linking with a pack member. His expression went hard and he looked down and me sadly. I knew what it meant, but I didn't want to face it. "I have to go, I'm sorry." He said as he got up and dressed quickly. "What do you mean? Why? Do I at least get a number or something?" I asked panicked, trying to hide my hurt. "I'm sorry.... Goodbye...." that's all he said before slipping out the door and disappearing for possibly ever....

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