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Rachel's Angel I sit here on the couch in my room in the basement, worn in from day after day of the same routine. I sit here thinking of a woman I know named Rachel. I imagine in my mind how she looks walking through the door. It's been a while since she just stopped by, Perhaps for just coffee, or maybe even a whisper. We used to sit and eat crackers and laugh about things that weren't even funny, Just to expel the energy we radiated from each other. And I remember how much I loved to fall asleep on her couch, While she was in the other room doing the things she did. She was always glad I slept during those times, So she could numb herself comfortably in her room of razor blades. The saddest part of the whole situation was her daughter, Blue-eyed and beautiful, Radiating the sun off her baby-soft skin. Her laughter emulated as ultra-sonic snow flakes, Fallen delicately on angel's breath. She's the one who suffers this great misfortune, Little Hannah bearing the weight of a single mom. Pretty good I imagine for a two-year-old. I deftly remember the days rolling in the grass, throwing acorns in the wind. Hiding amongst the baby pine trees, Barely two-years-old themselves. That's what I seem to miss the most, The doe-eyed look of an innocent child. She could break me with the simplest smile. I loved her as my own, As I found I could never refuse her anything. But Charlie could, He refused her existence. And Rachel found this too much to handle. As I sit back on my couch looking at her picture, And re-reading Rachel's letter. Another tear trickles to the floor. Another tear trickles to the floor. |
Additional Notes:
this is the follow up to "Charlie's Angel". i hope this will shed some light on the situation as i noticed that some of you had some confusion following the first installment. thanks for reading, i hope you enjoy and continue to follow the story.
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