Sweet Writing Comics Days!

**MR72 is Part 4 of an animated comic book I was working on when I was in Junior High school all through high school years. The first part was about 70 animated page, similar to comic books with the windows and tables etc. The second part was titled "**MR72" with a sub, and it was about 120 animated pages. The third part was called "**MR72" with another sub and was more than 200 animated pages!! I know, it's pretty unbelievable, but it's true! Many told me to get my comics published, but I dunno about that or even how to get it done! Anyway, this here short story I wrote originally not animated, just plainly written, and it's kinda talks about my comic book like an event of Part 3 but not really based on it. Oh well, Enjoy! (by the way I had this published for my English class when I was little!) ^_^;

**MR72: This is a not the real title of the comic, the original title is disclosed.

Picture is made by Zara (me). Please do not use title or picture without my permission!!

She looked at the picture in her hands, with some thoughts in her head. While he saw and heard nothing but dark and silence. She has been loving him since she was watching him from far away. She was lost in her thoughts, remembering what her parents told her. "His father may be a wealthy man and he may have a great future," her parents told her once but she can never understood why they never liked him. He was kind, nice and good looking; he was great. She closed her eyes, and a flash of the first meeting came by her eyes. They both used to go to the same high school; were in the same class, but he never talked. And one day when she was watching him as usual, it was the day when they promised each other to be there in front of the future forever. They both graduated. She thought, "I want to be there for you when ever you need me." "I want to protect you," he said looking at her eyes "forever."
And that's why he became a police officer, and after all, her parents had nothing but to accept the reality. She lived as happy as ever she wanted. She had the one she loved by her side and the future just in front of them. Until that night when they all were setting to dinner; she, he, his father and younger sister. Suddenly the phone rang, and his sister answered. "Brother, someone is asking for you from the police department," she said handing him the phone.
"Hello?" He said.
"Mr. ******?" said the man on the phone.
"Yes,…this is me."
A period of silence surrounded the room. He listened to the man on the phone while the others kept staring at him wondering what's going on!
"I understand, I'll be there as soon as possible." He said, and hang up the phone.
He was surprised when he saw all these faces just looking at him waiting for an answer for their questions. "What?!" he asked.
"So, what's going?" asked his father.
"Umm, nothing really serious. They wanted me to go to the department at once."
"Don't they know you're not suppose to be working today?" she said.
"Yes, they do. But it's an emergency and I have to go dear, sorry," he replied.
He sat to finish his dinner while she was looking at him, as if she was telling him, "You shouldn't go!"
After dinner, he got dressed, kissed her goodbye and left. "Take care of yourself," she said while watching his car disappearing down the street.
Then her thoughts just stopped. It was the time when she knew nothing beyond. She opened her eyes, stood up and walked toward the stairs. She went upstairs where he laid on the bed there in the dead room. She stood in front of the door, afraid to open it. She was afraid of not seeing the thing she wanted to see, but she was still hoping. She took a deep breath and held the door's knob. She opened the door slowly and walked into the room. She stood beside the bed, where he laid there and sat on the edge of the bed.
She looked at him, but he didn't open his eyes. She heard him breathing, but he heard nothing. She felt his heart beating, but still he felt nothing. "I can feel your heart beating," she said in his ear. Although she was waiting for an answer from him and hoping, she was crying at heart. She also knew that he was trying hard, but gave up as his heart wasn't in it. She remembered again when some officer called that day telling them that he was shot in duty the day they called him to join the department force. What on earth she could do but praying every single day and talking to him asking to come back to her, but he never answered her.
"Will you ever talk to me again like you used to?" she asked him. "Answer me please, say something." But he kept asleep in his endless comma. Her eyes filled with tears and her heart was still broken, but she was still hoping.
The other day she woke up, and she thought that she saw him awake with his dreamy eyes looking at her. "Am I dreaming?" she asked herself "or are you really back?!"
She looked at him, again and again, as if she saw something she had never seen before. She held his hand in hers and sat next to the bed. Nobody was home, and it was raining heavily. In the dark quiet room, where there was a small table made of glass with purple flowers vase on it, was a frame of a wedding picture of two young couple; just too young and so beautiful. In the picture, she looked so happy and so did he, but that night in that sad room, there was him laying down on the cold bed with a cute smile on his face. She kept looking at him and in his mind there was one sentence "I hoped, and he's back"
But she never knew the truth, and that he was never back.

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