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Chapter Three
“Perpetual Longing”
(Sally’s POV)
Mater escorts me back to the motel and by now the sky has thickened with darkness from the fast approaching night. Before we separate, he takes my hands gently into his. I look at his fingers and see they are coarsened and calloused with grime, but it doesn’t bother me. I raise my head and stare into his chestnut brown eyes.
Mater tells me quietly, “Sally, what Doc says…he’s right, ya know. There ain’t no use in him bein’ here if it meant he was sufferin’. He was mah best friend, but I done sure he’s better off wherever he is now.”
I wince with hurt and pull my hands away. “Mater, you know just as well as me that Lightning isn’t in Heaven. And he’s not in Hell either. I know where he is; he’s buried six feet under. Don’t tell me he belongs there, because he doesn’t.” I say it with strength but I can feel the tears coming back. I look at Mater’s quivering lip and cry out, “He doesn’t belong there, Mater! He doesn’t!”
The next thing I know, I collapse into Mater’s arms and he holds me close. While I cry, my tears run down onto his worn brown leather jacket. It smells so heavily of gasoline and oil that I step away before passing out on the stench. I turn my back to him and begin walking away but he catches my wrist.
“Sally…Lightnin’ loved you.”
I freeze for a moment, then answer him, “I know.”
Mater looks at me with the saddest expression I’ve ever seen him wear. His grip loosens and I run to the lobby the second his skin leaves mine.
Inside, the room is dim but I reef on the brittle old blinds until they come down and block all light. I don’t turn on the lamps, but stumble over my heels to the back room which serves as my sleeping quarters. I almost twist my ankle and slam my knee off a sharp corner but I don’t even flinch. There is no feeling now, except for the ones on the inside.
Once inside, I shut the door and tear off my mourning clothes with shaking hands. I flop back on the bed half naked and pull my hair with frustration. I stare up into the blackness and try to imagine Lightning’s arms around me.
How many girls ever made love in a Porsche? Not many. How many undressed in the back of a Piston Cup race car? Even less. But I did. And I’d give it all up for eternity if it meant bringing him back. Just to hear him laugh again, to say my name, it would be worth the world. I need him so bad, and it’s a need I’ll have for the rest of my life…
Propping myself up from the bed, I place my hand on the bedside table and I feel around for the knob. I open it and slowly reach for the cold glass bottle.
Oh yeah...did I mention this is rated 13+? :laughing: Well, it is! Just for very mild language and my usual little brush on the provactive side. :blush: But really, this one isn't too bad, though I don't suggest it to people of all ages for those very reasons. Oh, and you guys should know the whole "Cars and all its associated characters etc are property of Disney/Pixar..." I don't take credit for anything in here that is copyrighted! K, now that is out of the way, I'd love to hear what you thought of this chappie. :slight_smile: :stuck_out_tongue:
No, I’m kidding. Please keep doing this to me. I love it. <3 [Well, not that I like to cry, but you know…] I’m with 
I just can’t help it, these things just magically write themselves into the story. 
You guys know me far too well. 
And I think this may be why it is becoming increasingly harder to pull new tricks and surprises out of my sleeve! 
And of course I thought Doc was awesome.