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This Short Story is brought to you by Embie-chan :3



He said, "I promise..."




And the Story Begins...


I sit here, in my little safe haven –or at least… what had been my safe haven.

Now, it’s just a place… It even hurts to be here.

But I still come, every day, and watch the trains go noisily past me.

Here in my little Railroad Box, the world is a bitter-sweet one. On the one hand, I remember things I never want to forget… but on the other, those memories bring so much pain. But when I’m here, the world outside my mind is peaceful, and I crave my time here.



Back then, it used to be our spot. We would come here every day, and sit in this little enclave and watch the old Steam Engines chug along the bridge.

You see, I live in a town where tradition is upheld. We have Steam Engines running every day, and most people get around on horseback, or in one of the carriages the tourists like so much.

We get a lot of tourists here. Some of them are regulars…

When I think back to those summer days with him always by my side, or the long winter months of schooling when I wished so badly for the sun to come back, I wonder where his soul is. What he’s doing right now. If he still remembers me.

He was one of the regular tourists. Every summer, every first weekend of Vacation, his family would arrive at the house next door, and he’d come barreling to our door, ready to play.

His parents and mine were old friends, so we were introduced very young… I can’t remember a “first meeting” because for as long as I can remember, I expected him to come once the days were warm and the bugs were out.



I remember one year in particular. I had just finished third grade, and he fifth. It was the day he was supposed to come, and I was sitting in the window seat at the front of the house, waiting for their car to pull up, and for him to come running over. I had pulled my little knees up to my chest, and leaned forward anxiously.

When I finally saw their little Honda, I jumped up and ran to the door, so I could pretend I was surprised he was here.

I waited.

And I waited.

But he didn’t come knocking; the fast, sporadic sound never met my ears, and out of impatience, I opened the door and yelled, “Matthew!” I nearly had tears in my eyes, my ten-year-old heart ready to break. “Why aren’t you here?!” I stood there and I started to cry, thinking my friend had abandoned me.

Before I knew it, his arms were around me, hugging me tight. “I’m here,” he said frantically. He sounded as if he had sprinted the distance from his place to mine.

“Why didn’t you come right away?” I sobbed, clinging to his shirt as if it were a lifeboat.

He didn’t answer. He just hugged me tighter. It was later that I found out he’d thought himself too old to be playing with silly third graders. In his fifth grade year, he’d become like most boys at that age; he thought he was too cool for things like me, and that he should hang out with people in his grade, instead of little me, in third.

And when he’d heard me calling his name and crying, he realized he was an idiot for thinking that, and had come rushing to my side.

“Don’t cry, Kathy…” He said, patting me on the head. “I don’t like it when you cry!”

I frowned and said, “Then come running every time!” I rubbed my eyes to clear them, suddenly feeling foolish for crying like a baby. I had to grow up; I was about to go into fourth grade, and if I continued to act like a child I’d make no new friends…

He nodded, and said, “I promise!”



That same summer, we were walking down the road. Our parents had finally decided that we were old enough to wander on our own, and we had been wandering further and further every day. By now, we had reached the wide river that flowed past town. It was mid-July, and it was getting hotter; we were both parched, and bent by the water’s edge and sipped up some water. I splashed a little in my face even.

When I looked up again I saw, a little way down the river, a narrow bridge. It was partially covered, and I stared at it for some time, fascinated.

Matt noticed my glance, and looked at it himself. He tilted his head a little, and stood up. “Let’s go!“ He said, taking my hand and pulling me toward the bridge.

When we got closer, we found that it was a railroad bridge, and started to walk down it. I was fascinated with the peaceful beauty of the bridge, and jumped from wrung to wrung happily.

We were near the middle of the bridge when we heard the whistle. I looked up, confused. But Matt was quicker on the uptake. “A train’s coming!”

I looked around, and started to panic. “Can we make it back to the edge?!” Even if we could have, my legs were frozen with fear. The whistle came again, louder and closer.

Matt took my hand and started running toward the bank. But we weren’t going to make it off the track before the train reached us. We could already see it ahead of us.

Looking around frantically, I spotted a little jut-out, covered and just big enough for us both to sit. I pointed, but he had already spotted it, and we leapt into it panting, as the train chugged past us.

We staid there for some time, both of us silent until our racing hearts slowed.

He spoke first. “Dang. That was a close one…”

I nodded, eyes still wide.

But now that we were in this safe spot, I looked around. We were in some sort of balcony, with a rail and roof, just like the rest of the bridge. There was a little bench in here too, along the edge.

I stood up to investigate further, and stood on the bench to look over the water. As soon as I saw it, I smiled and said to my companion, “Look!” I pointed over the water.

He leaned over the rail next to me, and said, “This is pretty neat!”



And we went back to that little jut-out every day. We brought books and snacks and toys. We would sit in there for hours, talking and reading and playing. We would even play on the track when there were no trains. When there were trains going past, we held our hats and laughed as the wind rushed past.

And we kept it our secret. When our parents asked where we were all day, we just looked at each other and giggled, and told them we were just around the woods. It really wasn’t a lie, because we walked through the woods to get to our Balcony.

Things continued like this for five years. Five summers, we made our way to our balcony and stayed there until the light started to fade. Five summers, we played to our hearts’ content. Five summers of bliss.



And on the last day of his stay, that fifth summer…

He’d just turned seventeen that summer. I was going to be sixteen in the fall.

Things had been the same as usual. We still went to our Balcony every day, and spent our days together.

That day, I was reading a book, and he was leafing through a car magazine, and we both sat in companionable silence in the Balcony. I sat on the ground, with my legs bent across the length of the Balcony, and he sat in the seat, facing the opposite direction as me.

I could sense something different about him today though. I put down my book, and looked over and up at him, tilting my head slightly. “Something wrong?” I asked, as I heard a train whistle drawing near. Before he looked up, the train was close enough to hear its wheels on the tracks of the bridge, and I waited patiently for the noise and the blast of wind and the deep rumbling of the floor beneath me to pass.

When it was past, Matt still hadn’t answered, and I didn’t say anything else.

Maybe it was ten minutes later, or maybe an hour. Matt said, “I’ve been thinking…”

I looked up from my book again, having almost forgotten asking him if something was wrong. “Yeah? What about?” I asked, leaning back against the wall of the balcony and stretching outwards.

He shrugged, and said, “Just life in general. Where my life is headed and what I’m going to do after High School.”

I nodded, knowing what he meant. I was just about to go into my sophomore year.

We were both silent and contemplative for a bit, and then he said smiling, “But I’m sure whatever I end up doing, you’ll be there.”

I looked up, a little surprised. It had never been said, but… well, we were in love. We’d never said it out loud, but we both knew it, as well as we knew our own names. We didn’t even know a time when we didn’t know. It was so natural.

I smiled up at him, and nodded. “Make it a promise?” I said, holding out my pinky. Ever since that day five years previous I’d made him promise all sorts of things; and he’d never broken any of them.

He smiled and pinky swore, linking his pinky with mine.



And then all Hell broke lose in my mind.

The next summer, I sat waiting in my window seat, like I always did. The sky outside was beautiful, and the grass was green. I sighed peacefully, and leaned my head on the windowsill to wait for him to come back to me.

But two hours later, and I was still waiting. My mom stood at the other end of the room watching me, worried. Just as we ourselves knew it, those close to us knew we were in love as well. My mother was worried, as I continued to sit there, hours past the normal time.

After another hour or so, I got my book, and took it outside with a forcedly cheerful, “They’re probably just stuck in traffic,” to my worried mother.

I took the book to the front yard and sat in the grass to wait. But I never once even opened it… I didn’t take my eyes off of the road where he’d be driving up any minute now.

But minutes turned to hours. It was dark by now, and I still hadn’t moved from my vigilant spot.

Finally, my mother and father forced me to go inside and eat something. I had two bites of bread.



That night, at about 11, we got a phone call; the phone call that ruined my life.

It was the paramedics. There had been an accident a few miles out of town. He had been on the way with his mother and father, like usual. But there had been a semi truck whose driver fell asleep. The truck swerved off the high way, and hit their car in the process.

All we knew was that two out of the three people in the car died, and the one survivor was in a coma. But they didn’t say who was in what state.

There was nothing to hope for…

I didn’t sleep at all that night, and didn’t eat anything the next day. We got another phone call that day. The survivor was at a nearby hospital, and the staff wanted to know if we’d come to visit and fill out paperwork, and identify the two dead.

Our number was the only one the paramedics had been able to find in the wreck…

My parents looked at me, and I nodded. I dreaded what I would find out, but I had to know who the survivor was…



My parents and I got into our own car, all red eyed and worn thin. My mother had cried almost as much as I had; she had been good friends with Matt’s mother since they were young, and it was them who brought the families so close.

It was a half-hour drive to the hospital, and I spent the whole time dreading what I would see. Who was that one survivor…?

We arrived at the hospital, and the Doctor led us first to the survivor’s room. My nerves were at an all time stress; I felt as if you could play them like a violin, they were so tight.

As the door opened, I closed my eyes tight, afraid to open them. It was when my mother burst into tears and hugged me that I had to open them, and saw in the bed my Matt, laying with tubes stuck into him and machines hooked up to him.

I choked on my sobs, and couldn’t move. The doctor gently touched my shoulder, and asked if we would come and identify the bodies. My mother and father nodded, but they left me in the room with Matt. When I finally could move my legs, I rushed to the side of his bed, tears falling down my cheeks.

The steady beeping of the machines made everything so much worse. He looked too much like he was sleeping, but the beeping of the machines that kept him alive made it impossible to pretend. I bent over his still body, and stroked his hair out of his face. There were cuts and bruises all over him. His arms, his face… and when the nurses came in to change his sheets, I saw them on his legs as well.

I stayed by his side until my parents came back, somber and silent. The car ride back to our house was silent.

I couldn’t sleep again that night. The sight of all those tubes attached to Matt made me shudder. It was almost worse to see him that way than it would be if he had been one of the other two… The fact that there was the ability for that face to light up once again with the smiles of his youth, but that it wouldn’t…

I went back the next day to watch over him. I brought a book, and sat by his bed. But I was unable to even pick up the book. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his face. There was a bandage around his head, and little bandages on his cheek and forehead. I sighed sadly, and stroked his hair back out of his face again, then got up to go back home.

The doctors weren’t saying so to my face, but I knew they didn’t think Matt would ever wake up.

They pity me.



That was all two summers ago. Now, I’ve just graduated High school.

I’m sitting here in our spot, and I can’t get him out of my head or my heart. He’s been there all my life, and the thought of him doesn’t want to leave me.

His face, so calm and peaceful now that all the scars have gone, haunts me. I know he looks peaceful, like he’s sleeping, but at the same time I know he’s never going to wake up.

I’ve been visiting him each week for a few hours, but the time in between feels more like whole lives. I’ve become something of a regular at the hospital.

My next visit is tomorrow, but I’m not sure if I can wait that long. And at the same time I want to put it off. I can’t wait to see him, but knowing what I’ll see and what isn’t going to happen makes me not want to bother.

I put down the book I’m reading and I start to cry. I have my head in my arms and I can’t make the sobs stop, because there’s no reason I should stop. My world fell apart that day…



And suddenly, a pair of frail arms were around me. “Don’t cry… Kathy…”

I blinked, not knowing what to think. Could he really be hugging me now?

I lifted my head slowly, and my breath caught in my throat as I looked into his dark eyes. They looked back at me, saying all the things he was too weak to say out loud.

I threw my arms around him and didn’t let go for a long time.

“They told me you were by my side the whole time…” He said quietly.

I nodded, still sobbing. I felt his embrace tighten; the muscles he hadn't used in over two years were gaining strength.

“I’m sorry I broke my promise…”

It was a while before I could talk. My sobs of joy were keeping me from speech. “W-what do you mean?” I asked, wiping my eyes.

He smiled and said, “I could only walk to you.”

I let out a choked half laugh half sob and wiped my eyes again, because those tears of joy just wouldn’t stop coming as the whistle of a train came fast approaching.





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Want more now? I have it all done (( It's a short )) so I can put it all up now if you want x3
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OMG!!! this is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good!!!!!
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Oh, thanks thanks ^o^
I'm glad people seem to like it >w<

I dunno why, but I thought this up when I woke up in the middle of the night, but was too tired to write down the idea, so when I remembered it the next day and wrote this, I was really surprised xD I usually don't remember stuff ^^'
Posted 5/6/09
zomFG..I NEEDA READDD THISSSSSS >W<'
only read everthin' b4 teh "and the story begins..." O-O
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3 lines ...nice kokochan XD
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@kinnie: lmao. xDD
@embie: OH. MY. GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WRITE A NOVEL EMBIEEEEEEE!!!
THAT WAS OUTSTANDINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!! T~T

i almost cried D:
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>w<
That was the whole point GOOD I'M GLAD YUU ALMOST CRIED >:D
lol but thanks ^^

I did write a novel-ish length story O__O
My Option One is novel length.
Actually, all of my stories so far are going to be novel length :3
Posted 5/7/09
It was sooo SAD T^T'
ima makein' a new stowi teww (: LATER O-O
then ima put up teh drawing one....MORE LATERR >=D
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lol xD
Kinnieism .....
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yeaaaaaaa <o<
baaaaaaahhhhhhhhh ~.~
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