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Post by Jana on Jan 29, 2008 21:57:10 GMT 10
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Post by Maryesa on Jan 29, 2008 23:36:48 GMT 10
OH MY GOD !! I'M SPEECHLESS these feelings...and this kiss... absolutely PERFECT Go on !
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Post by silverbells on Jan 30, 2008 3:40:40 GMT 10
Beautiful work Andrejia please continue.
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Post by andrejia on Jan 30, 2008 3:52:05 GMT 10
I decided to post the last part as well...This mirrors the first chapter and it's the reason I went with the format. Hope you enjoy...I loved writing this and I have a silly little sad feeling that this whole thing is over. About the Moretti thing...nothing convinced me that she has to tell him and to be honest, I'm not convinced she shouldn't as well. It remains to be seen. But I hope that TPTB give good arguments for their choice, no matter what that is. I feel like my baby is all grown up and ready to leave the nest.... . Here. **************************************************** 6.GenesisCarousels… “What did she say?” “That we’re landing in a few minutes.” He rubbed his eyes for a moment, still trying to wake up. “Did you get any sleep?” Abby smiled.“A bit.” Carousels…up and down…up…and down. Up. And down. Body, skin, deep within, breaths of air, feeling bare. Colors and smiles, laughs and lights. Belief, fear, hope, mercy, faith. Feelings that take over you. Feelings buried deep inside. Keep it in or let it out. Up and down. Up and down. Happiness and joy, anguish and sadness. Floating on emotions…Riding carousels…Humanity. ***************************************************** “Now what’s this?” She smiled, amused at the sight of the huge flower arrangement he held in front of him.
“Just felt like it. And I noticed you like flowers”, he grinned.
She took the fresh colorful bouquet from him and headed for the kitchen.
“You know,” Abby started, while pouring water into a vase, “I actually have a thing for dried ones.”
“I know….but…they’re kinda sad…for my taste.” He came closer and started kissing her softly on the back of her neck.
“They’re not that sad…maybe a bit dark…and…”
“And you like…sad and dark?”
She turned around and started to unbutton his shirt.
“I don’t know…maybe it’s time to change that.”
He lifted her gently and placed her on the counter so that their height difference wasn’t so big anymore. She smiled broadly and lowered her gaze, just like a schoolgirl on the first date. It was just the beginning…a new start after another ending.********************************************************* “It’s colder in Chicago”. They were waiting for their bags. Patiently. In less than an hour they’re going to be home. “Yeah…Have you seen my gloves?” Abby asked. “I know I’ve put them here somewhere.” “Umm…they’re not in the backpack?” “No…” she looked around, frowning. “I just hope I don’t freeze to death …It wasn’t this cold when I left.” “It should get warmer soon.” He smiled. It was one of those small talks they were so used to…no more worries…just now. Today. Carousels…up and down…up…and down. Up. They were riding carousels but this time, it felt like they were only going up. Floating on emotions, feeling warm and safe. ******************************************************** It was cold. The kind of cold that creeps deep inside of you. Wind that feels like needles on your face… dried, sore lips. The sun felt shy…and tired of fighting. It gave up and big, silvery clouds took over the sky. Not a soul was around and if it hadn’t been for them, he would’ve thought he was the last one alive on the face of Earth.
The cemetery was empty, not even panhandlers in sight. Everyone took shelter from the cold. His hand was freezing and the stone was so cold, he could barely touch it. Still, he couldn’t take it away. It was all there was left of his father. A tombstone. With a name. “Josip Kovac.” He kept stroking it, just like…when you’ve just cleaned a surface and you want to take away every little piece of dust there is left.
Luka stood up, his eyes still fixed on the grave for a few more moments.
Up.
“What time is Niko expecting us?” Fear.
He turned his head around and gave them a short glance. “Umm…about now.”
And down. Her nose was red, just like her ears and she kept her chin buried deep in her scarf. “So, did you tell him?” She smiled. The last wall to tear down. Hope.
“It’s not his business.”
“Luka…he’s your brother and I threw him out of the house. He deserves to know why.”Belief
He turned around to face her but didn’t answer.
Up.
“If you’re not going to tell him”, she continued softly, “I will”.
There was no way he could win this. “OK.” He smiled. “We’ll do it together.”
After a while, she spoke again. “Greg called this morning. I’m back in the schedule starting Friday. What are you going to do?”
And down.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged, adjusting his coat. “I don’t even know if I have a job. I have to talk to Anspaugh again.”
Up.
“You can take your time. And…even if Anspaugh says no – which, I’m not saying he will, but if he does…we’ll figure it out.” Faith.
“Yeah…”
And down.
“And…I’m going to…umm…I have to keep going to meetings…” Abby looked down.
Up.
“I know.” He closed his eyes for a moment.
And down.
“That means I can’t stop…it’ll always have to be a part of me…”
“Us”. He corrected her.
She pondered the thought for a few moments. “You know…” she said, as she turned around to face him, “In the midst of it all, I must’ve done something right to deserve this. All of this.”
He came closer and wrapped one arm around her shoulder, caressing her hair with the other.
“You have. You woke me up and brought me back to life.”
Abby adjusted Joe in her arms, closed her eyes and took his hand in hers. Luka smiled, and took the little boy from her.
“Hey, Joe”, he smiled, “You want to light a candle for your grandfather?” He knelt next to his son and helped him place the candle on his father’s grave, saying a few words in Croatian. Then he stroke the name one more time and kissed Joe on the top of his head. Abby watched them for a second, then came closer and sat next to them.
“I wish I could’ve met your father”.
He took a deep breath. “Me too.” Breathe…************************************************************** Sometimes we make mistakes. Sometimes we can get pass them and sometimes we just have to live with them. Life is all about choices and whatever road you might have ahead of you, there’s always another, maybe still hidden in the midst of emotions, maybe smaller and maybe, just maybe, easier. You just have to take whatever life gives you, make the best of it and choose not only with your mind but with your heart as well. “No?” The little boy shook his head again. “You’re not hungry?” Abby gave up. She took his little puffy jacket and started dressing him. The airport was full and noisy, people running around like crazy, some trying to catch their flight, some saying goodbye or hello to their family. “Ok. This is about it. Umm…you’re holding Joe?” He approached them, carrying all of their bags. She got up and took her…their son in her arms. “Yeah. Need help with some of those?” “No…no. I’m good. I hope we can find a cab.” She smiled to him and adjusted Joe in her arms so she can hold him tighter. “Hey, Joe… We’re going home.” He took a moment to watch them and smiled to himself. Home? Maybe. For him, anywhere they were was “home”. This was just the beginning…a new start after another ending. A few hours. “You’re up!”One night. “I’ve been at the hospital with my father.”Two weeks. “ You want us to go without you?”Nine months. “ I miss you; already do.”Eight years. “ By the way, I’m Luka Kovac.”Today.
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Post by zelda on Jan 30, 2008 5:16:44 GMT 10
ANDREJIA,I think I'm the first one to post and it's so difficult to find the right words to tell you how OVERWHELMED I am. I'm am totally dumbstruck by the power of your words. I don't give a damn now how TPTB will write their LUBY ENDING.What you have written is PERFECT, so sincere, so realisitic and poetic.... I have tears in my eyes reading THE END, over and over again! The style, the structure, the rythm are UNIQUE. THANK YOU FOR THIS WONDERFUL GIFT.AND THIS IS NOT YOUR NATIVE TONGUE!!! ENCORE BRAVO!
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Post by Jana on Jan 30, 2008 6:57:35 GMT 10
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Post by lubylover on Jan 30, 2008 7:30:25 GMT 10
That was a great story... keep wrting more...
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Post by noekii on Jan 30, 2008 8:22:28 GMT 10
Beautiful story.
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Post by marioh on Jan 30, 2008 15:14:16 GMT 10
I don't give a damn now how TPTB will write their LUBY ENDING.What you have written is PERFECT, so sincere, so realisitic and poetic.... Can't say otherwise.... For me IT IS THE PERFECT LUBY ENDING... This is beautifully written and I'm sure TPTB won't do better than that Thanks so much for this entire fic, it gave me goose bumps with every update Can't get enough of this line "You woke me up and brought me back to life."
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Post by britneyluby on Jan 30, 2008 16:14:54 GMT 10
OMG, I absolutely LOOOOVED it... So sad it's over... Hope you'll write another one soon
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Post by toni on Jan 30, 2008 17:39:02 GMT 10
OH Myy...... ;D that is just soooooooooooo PERFECT but i'm kinda sad 'cause now it's over (?!over?! ) anyway.......really AMAZING
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Post by Rach :) on Jan 30, 2008 18:22:25 GMT 10
That was an amazing fanfic!!! I loved every bit of it!! The last update their was brilliant, HAPPY LUBY ENDING, what more could i ask for??!?? You write very very well, and i only hope, there will be somthing more soon? Love Rachel xox
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Post by Maryesa on Jan 30, 2008 22:02:50 GMT 10
Wahou, I can't believe this is over! Thank you for this fic, it was very nice to read it, you're a really talented writter I hope you know that
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Post by silverbells on Jan 31, 2008 3:28:45 GMT 10
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Post by *Natalie* on Jan 31, 2008 5:15:01 GMT 10
Amazing updates natalie xx
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