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They walked hand in hand down the path, the sun streaming through the trees casting soft shadows on them both.
Charles gazed into Samantha's eyes as he softly said, 'You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, my dear.'
Samantha smiled playfully back at him. 'You are so cheesy Charles.'
He grinned broadly at her, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. 'I know, but you love it.'
Samantha laughed a tinkly laugh, but didn't say anything, he was right.
She lay her head on his shoulder, feeling his easy pulse as they walked
slowly through the park.
Charles breathed deeply, savoring the sweet smell of her perfume. He kissed her hair and smiled.
They walked in silence for awhile. Simply enjoying each others presence.
Charles took a deep breath and steeled himself for what he was about to do.
He stopped walking.
Samantha looked up at him, curiosity only slightly diluting the love in her eyes.
'Samantha.' He paused as he knelt down on one leg, and pulled something
from his pocket. 'Samantha, will you marry me?' he asked quietly as he
carefully opened the small box which he'd taken from his pocket, and
held it up to her.
A tear trickled down her check, and she smiled at him through misty eyes. Her mouth opened to give her answer.
Blam!
'Boom! Head shot!' yelled a voice.
Charles' eyes widened in horror as Samantha's head exploded in a shower
of red. He swallowed with difficulty as the body of Samantha tottered,
then with slow grace fell backwards onto the now somewhat red grass.
He stared in shock at her. His mouth popping open and closed like a
fish out of water, as he tried to comprehend what had happened.
For a full minute stared at her body, before finally, he spoke.
'...Samantha...?' he croaked before lapsing again into silence.
The sounds of children playing in the park, filtered through the trees.
As the shock of what happened left, he scowled as he said, 'Aww dammit, not again.'
He stood up, pocketed the ring and stalked sullenly off into the gathering dusk.
Copyright 2008 Daniel Van Werkhoven
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