Teri
Sherri stood there, cheesing awkwardly.
I know that asking her to marry me was unexpected, for myself even, but after last night, spending the rest of my life with Sherri was the only thought that crossed my mind. (It was the sex, we know😑. Sherri must got that--nevermind😭. Okay, I'm sorry y'all..keep reading😊).
I sighed as I released Sherri's hand. "Okay, love. I know that this was sudden, but Sherri I—"
"Teri," She cut me off. "You asked me to marry you literally two days after I get a letter in the mail confirming my divorce is finalized. Honey, this is beyond sudden. This is crazy."
"I know, I know. Although we've known each other for years, but haven't been in a relationship for years, I just—in my heart I feel that you're the one." My eyes began to water. "Sherri, I've been through so many relationships looking for love. Everyone else that I ever been with took it out of me. But, for you to come along and restore it so effortlessly—if that doesn't give me a reason to marry you, then I don't know what does." I look away, gathering despair. "But, if you don't want to do this, I understand why."
Sherri eye's traveled to the floor as she stood in that same position giggling, which brought me great confusion. "Teri, I might've said you asking me to marry you at this given moment was crazy, but I never said I wouldn't."
"Then what are you saying?" I asked, placing my hopeful eyes back on her.
"I am saying we better start planning this wedding right away."
My lips curved into an exceptionally hard smile just before throwing them upon Sherri's. Tears raced to the both of our chins as our lips danced together.
I placed my fingers to the rear end of Sher's head, creating a much more deep, passionate kiss.
She released our touch, craving for air. "Listen, why don't you uh--just join me in the shower? I mean, we can't keep our mouths to ourselves, so."
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Sherri
With two black fitted dresses that hugged our bodies, marvelously. Two pairs of black colored heels, and the perfect hairstyles for the evening we planned, Teri and I were all set. Well, at least we thought we were.
After preparing our outfits and enhancing our faces, we left our hotel room engaged and ready to have fun. But, once we'd reached the destination of where we arranged to appear, we realized we had gotten dressed for nothing.
"Um, I don't think this is the concert we were supposed to attend." I said to Teri as we'd entered a park full of teenagers with beer cans in their hands and ear-splitting music sounding.
She looked around and replied with, "What do you mean?"
Deep breaths escaped my body, as the palm of my left hand met my forehead. "Love, are you blind? Nobody here is within our age group. We're old enough to be these kids' mothers. They're drinking and listening to this—this awful music." I then grabbed Teri's arm. "Let's just leave."
"Okay, so now where are we gonna go?" She asked, leading us back to our vehicle.
"Honestly, I'd rather just head on back to the hotel. This music is giving me a headache."
Teri opens the door to the car for me. "You wanna stop and get meds?"
"Nope. Its just a small headache. Sleep should help." I rub my forehead, wishing the pains would just go away.
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The Next Day
After resting to attempt to allow my head pains die down, I woke up the next morning morning and the pains had gotten worse. Therefore, Teri and I figured it'd be best for us to just go home. Plus, I didn't want to buy any medication. I didn't know which to buy and if it would affect my illness.
While seated in our car, I felt relieved to know that we were just a few minutes away from my home. I was in dire need to lye my body down.
"Here." I said to Teri, handing her my home key as I rested my head upon the window on my side of the vehicle.
She took the key and slid it in her pocket. "Hey, I know that you are tired, but I think its best if you contact your doctor."
"I know. I'll call as soon as I'm finished bringing in the lugg—"
"No, no, no." Teri precluded my sentence. "I'll bring in the luggage. You're not feeling well. You just need to call your doctor."
I sighed. I know I'm not feeling the best right now, but I don't want to have Teri bringing in everything alone.
Finally arriving at the house and entering the driveway, I opened my door and headed straight for the trunk of the car. Teri noticed me lifting the suitcases and said, "Sherri? Will you get in the house?! I told you I'll get everything."
I walked into the house, breathing deeply.
Entering the kitchen, I grabbed my doctor's card, which sat in the mail sack upon the table. I then grabbed my home phone and began marching towards my bedroom.
Proceeding to walk up the steps, the head pains came harder and I began to feel dizzy. This pain was a pain like never before. A pain I had never felt.
While I sat on the edge of my bed—with the phone and doc's card in my left hand—and my forehead resting in the palm of my right hand, I couldn't help but to feel weak. My strength was running low, the objects I'd been holding fell from my hands, and suddenly, everything went black.
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Teri
While I loaded all of the luggage into Sherri's home, I only thought of one thing: that headache. At first I figured it was the awfully loud music at that park because that's what she told me. But, after she'd gone to sleep and woke up feeling worse, I couldn't help but to worry and only assume that maybe it was because of her condition.
I don't know all of the symptoms and side effects, but Sherri's headache wasn't normal.
When I grabbed the very last suitcase from the vehicle, I entered Sherri's home and called out to her. Because there was no response, I figured she must've been still on the phone with her doctor. I didn't want to interrupt anything. So, I stayed quiet, but headed on up to her room.
When I got there, the first thing that caught my eye was Sher's home phone and a solid white card resting upon the floor. It looked as if it had been thrown down. Sherri's motionless body stumbled into my sight next. She was lying upon her bed so peacefully.
How could she had fallen asleep so fast? Did she even contact her doctor?
"Honey?" I called out to her, placing my body next to hers.
She didn't respond. "Sherri, wake up." Again, no response.
I then tugged at her arm, but she didn't move. I tugged again for a second time, and she didn't even open her eyes. That caused my heart to race faster than it ever had.
I didn't want to—because I didn't want to believe I had to do this—but I eyed Sherri closely, then checked for a pulse. And when I realized that there really hadn't been one there, my heart dropped lower than ever before.
A/N
Poor Sherri. 💔😿. Let's hope she's alright in the next chapter🙏. Thoughts?
-Not Edited.
-Chapter Dedication: amoney9 nrmsxx
