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HER Ringtone: 'Forever I'll love you,forever I'll stand..'

This is a story;let your eyes bleed from the outflow of tears...

The beginning and the end.All events are interlinked..
-or are they?


"GO AND NEVER RETURN!" She hollered at the diminishing silhouette.
"But..I.." The shadow countered.
"DON'T BOTHER TO EXPLAIN!GET YOURSELF OUT OF HERE!"


The sad outline began to fade till even she couldn't see its movements.Only them did she allow the tears to flood.|she loves him all the same|She hadn't meant to chase him away like that,it was unlike him to give in so easily.SHE was always the one who had to apologize.BUT. Today's events were a little different.She had found out that HE had squandered all their hard earned money [they had a shared bank account].On INVESTMENTS.And that was what awoke the tigeress in her.She was a mouse no more.

Only much later was it destined that she realizes and regrets her earlier impulsiveness.She will not have the chance to apologize this time..


'Forever I'll love you,forever I'll stand..'
She awoke to the testimony of true love.Morning has broken;she expects him home. He is not there beside her in bed,as he usually was.She finally answered the ringing phone and was notified about the accident that occured last night.

A car crashed into a tree outside the near-by pub;it seemed the driver drank heavily before the drive,and was still drinking whilst driving.There were neither other casulties nor fatalities. They had found his identification documents and traced it to her unit. "COULD SHE PLEASE go down to the nearest hospital to IDENTIFY AND COLLECT THE CORSPE?" She felt the wind knocked being knocked out of her.

As she turned to gather all the things on her bedside table into her handbag,she was dealt with another blow.A scented letter was weighed down by a dozen red,red roses above all her belongings.She knelt down and began reading the letter..

It seemed,at the end of it all,drink - driving was NOT the cause of HIS DEATH. SHE was.but how could she explain it to the rest?would they believe?would they listen?

He had decided to invest because his brother had died weeks ago and left behind debts for his elderly mother to pay.He had kept it from her because she was never on good terms with his mother,and despised his brother.Thus,his fear of rejection was valid.He did not want his mother to start working;she is way too old for that.He didn't have enough in his personal account to start investing,so he chose,in his own opinion,the best alternative.He chose to use the shared account.[investing shall be linked to gambling;some semblance of it,in this story] As with the mentality of all gamblers,he set out to win money,never to lose.However,harsh reality dictates that there would,logically, be more losers than winners.and the probability of losing was thus higher.He only brought up the subject last night because the bank was pressing for the loan to be paid.[he had used the house as a mortgage] he tried to explain,but to no avail.Then he went drinking...



She settled both debts-her husband's and his brother's with the money in her own account.Then she sold the property and the revenue,together the rest of the money in all the remaining accounts [hers,her husband's and the joint account] and sent it all to THE MOTHER.


The following week on the same day,at the exact same time as the drink - driving fatality,She was found face down on the pavement at the bottom of the block. Half a dozen wilted roses were in her hands,with a scented piece of paper.Tied to her wrists with a red string was another [badly] decomposed corspe...

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