The Getaway Bride *Untitled*
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``Prologue``
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Helga and Arnold. But I do own this story.
As you all know, Helga is in love with Arnold since the day he offered his umbrella to her and said something about
liking pink. In this fiction story, you will read about Helga and Arnold when they are adults. Everything has changed since
when they were small. They are all grown up now. I hope you will like it as much as I had fun writing it. And when you're
done reading it. Please R/R. Thank you. And now, I will begin the story. (Help me out here! I forgot what's the place they
lived in when they were young. Tell me please when you review. Thank you. I'll change it once you tell me.)
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Arnold (whatever his last name is) smiled as he headed up the walkway in the (place. Hillwood, I think?). He was holding
a bouquet of flowers in his work-roughened left hand, on which he wore a new gold wedding ring. He had stopped at a flower
shop and chose the flowers himself. The small bunch of daffodils and tulips had cost him $7.65.
Someday, he told himself, he'd bring his wife roses. Just as, someday, he intended to give her a real honeymoon.
His wife. The words still startled him when they crossed his mind. He'd been a married man for exactly a month now, after
a whirlwind courtship of just 6 months.
He stuck his key in the front door of the boarding house, sweeping off his battered black hat which his wife gave to him
for his birthday. He treasured it ever since. His grandparents had died and he was in a sort of depression for months until
he met a certain girl. And fell in love, all over again. Now, the boarding house was legally owned by him because his
grandparents wrote it in their will before they died. He found his parents and they were happy for him when he wed. The
familiar aroma of strawberries and lemon greeted him. His wife was a nut for strawberries and lemon-scented candles.
"Helga? I'm home!" His eager call seemed to echo in the boarding house.
He hung his hat on the hook on the wall beside the door, next to the wide-brimmed straw hat Helga often wore to protect her
fair skin from the sun. Blond and blue-eyed, she burned easily, and was very careful to avoid overexposure.
Arnold was glad that she still loved him after all these years. Although he was dense and clueless when he was younger, he
figured out somehow that Helga loved him. And so, the two young hearts began a new friendship. He loved the velvety soft feel
of her even though she was a tomboy back then. He loved her no matter what she does. *Ain't that cute?*
"Helga???"
**Let's skip the details. etc. Now, here's the interesting part. I'll tell you the rest of the details next time. okay? that
would be fair. But to get you interested here it is.*
Here are the facts: Helga is not home. She hasn't gone home for almost the whole day and it is almost midnight already.
Everyone is anxious of where she is. Even Arnold.
Now I begin:
Arnold paced through the hallway, torn between worry and anger. Damn it, where was Helga? It wasn't like her to go off
like this. He went back to their bedroom. He looked in the closet. Most of Helga's possessions were gone. And the suitcase
on the floor by the shoes were gone too. It seemed as it she just disappeared. Something pulled him towards the drawers. He
opened it up expecting see Helga's lingerie but only found a white envelope. The note was brief, the writing hastily scrawled.
It said:
Arnold,
I'm so sorry. I can't explain now, but I have to leave you. I know this is so sudden and it will be hard for you to accept
this and understand, but I'm doing this for your sake and for you're own good. I can't be with you now. Don't try to find me.
Please believe that I never meant to hurt you. I'm so very sorry.
Helga
Arnold sank slowly to the edge of the bed, reading and re-reading the note that seemed to become more blurry the longer he
looked at it. It was a long time before he moved again.
I have to leave you.
The words had sliced deeply into him. As he sat there on the edge of the bed, trying to understand the meaning of the words,
he felt this overwhelming despair inside of him. Not quite, thirty years old, he had just lost the fire and enthusiasm with
which he'd once faced the future. His bride had taken away much more than her clothing when she left him. 'Helga!!!!', he
screamed quietly inside his head. It seemed it will take longer to overcome this mishap.
End of Prologue.
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Hope you liked it. Please r/r. The review would depend on if this is a good story and if it is, I will continue. If not, I
will abruptly stop. Even one review would be good enough for me to continue. Thank you for your cooperation.
Sincerely, ~*Silver Sprite*~
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``Prologue``
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Helga and Arnold. But I do own this story.
As you all know, Helga is in love with Arnold since the day he offered his umbrella to her and said something about
liking pink. In this fiction story, you will read about Helga and Arnold when they are adults. Everything has changed since
when they were small. They are all grown up now. I hope you will like it as much as I had fun writing it. And when you're
done reading it. Please R/R. Thank you. And now, I will begin the story. (Help me out here! I forgot what's the place they
lived in when they were young. Tell me please when you review. Thank you. I'll change it once you tell me.)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Arnold (whatever his last name is) smiled as he headed up the walkway in the (place. Hillwood, I think?). He was holding
a bouquet of flowers in his work-roughened left hand, on which he wore a new gold wedding ring. He had stopped at a flower
shop and chose the flowers himself. The small bunch of daffodils and tulips had cost him $7.65.
Someday, he told himself, he'd bring his wife roses. Just as, someday, he intended to give her a real honeymoon.
His wife. The words still startled him when they crossed his mind. He'd been a married man for exactly a month now, after
a whirlwind courtship of just 6 months.
He stuck his key in the front door of the boarding house, sweeping off his battered black hat which his wife gave to him
for his birthday. He treasured it ever since. His grandparents had died and he was in a sort of depression for months until
he met a certain girl. And fell in love, all over again. Now, the boarding house was legally owned by him because his
grandparents wrote it in their will before they died. He found his parents and they were happy for him when he wed. The
familiar aroma of strawberries and lemon greeted him. His wife was a nut for strawberries and lemon-scented candles.
"Helga? I'm home!" His eager call seemed to echo in the boarding house.
He hung his hat on the hook on the wall beside the door, next to the wide-brimmed straw hat Helga often wore to protect her
fair skin from the sun. Blond and blue-eyed, she burned easily, and was very careful to avoid overexposure.
Arnold was glad that she still loved him after all these years. Although he was dense and clueless when he was younger, he
figured out somehow that Helga loved him. And so, the two young hearts began a new friendship. He loved the velvety soft feel
of her even though she was a tomboy back then. He loved her no matter what she does. *Ain't that cute?*
"Helga???"
**Let's skip the details. etc. Now, here's the interesting part. I'll tell you the rest of the details next time. okay? that
would be fair. But to get you interested here it is.*
Here are the facts: Helga is not home. She hasn't gone home for almost the whole day and it is almost midnight already.
Everyone is anxious of where she is. Even Arnold.
Now I begin:
Arnold paced through the hallway, torn between worry and anger. Damn it, where was Helga? It wasn't like her to go off
like this. He went back to their bedroom. He looked in the closet. Most of Helga's possessions were gone. And the suitcase
on the floor by the shoes were gone too. It seemed as it she just disappeared. Something pulled him towards the drawers. He
opened it up expecting see Helga's lingerie but only found a white envelope. The note was brief, the writing hastily scrawled.
It said:
Arnold,
I'm so sorry. I can't explain now, but I have to leave you. I know this is so sudden and it will be hard for you to accept
this and understand, but I'm doing this for your sake and for you're own good. I can't be with you now. Don't try to find me.
Please believe that I never meant to hurt you. I'm so very sorry.
Helga
Arnold sank slowly to the edge of the bed, reading and re-reading the note that seemed to become more blurry the longer he
looked at it. It was a long time before he moved again.
I have to leave you.
The words had sliced deeply into him. As he sat there on the edge of the bed, trying to understand the meaning of the words,
he felt this overwhelming despair inside of him. Not quite, thirty years old, he had just lost the fire and enthusiasm with
which he'd once faced the future. His bride had taken away much more than her clothing when she left him. 'Helga!!!!', he
screamed quietly inside his head. It seemed it will take longer to overcome this mishap.
End of Prologue.
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Hope you liked it. Please r/r. The review would depend on if this is a good story and if it is, I will continue. If not, I
will abruptly stop. Even one review would be good enough for me to continue. Thank you for your cooperation.
Sincerely, ~*Silver Sprite*~