I’m not a big fanfic reader, but this is wonderful so far. I can’t wait to read more!
Thanks a lot! Wow! Never see these would come. My friends said it sucked LOL. But you guys, you’re the BEST!
Well, WheezysBestBud be sure to catch the next part on Saturday! 
Thanks.
Warning: May contain spoilers for certain unavoidable reasons.
Friday.
[i]It’s Friday. And I still haven’t got anything for Ellie. Ellie said that she has something to give to me this Valentine’s, and yes I cannot wait for that. Too bad I kept telling Ellie: “Sweetheart, I’m sorry that I haven’t got you anything. But I promise that when I get the present, you would be surprised.”
“Cross your heart?” she said with a smile. I know that she does not really care that I haven’t got anything for her as she always said that the most precious gift I ever give to her is my love.
“Cross my heart, sweetheart” I replied and I kissed her forehead.
As usual, our activity today would be routines and more routines. However, it’s Saturday night. Which is mean that it’s our ‘Candlelight Dinner Night’. We never skipped this tradition ever since we got married. This is one of our symbol of appreciation towards each other’s love. But it’s still 12.30 pm, seven hours to go.
Today, Ellie did the laundries and cleaning the windows plus she really wanted to sweep the floor – which is my job to do so. But I do not mind if she insisted while I wipe the dusts in the house. Especially, on the fireplace. I have to admit that it’s been a long time (well, three months to be precise) that I haven’t cleaned it. I take the vacuum cleaner – with a small hose – and get ready to work!
1.10 pm.
Phew. There is only a place to clean now. And I’m glad it almost over. Ellie is still sweeping the floor after she left the washing machine to do its work. Sometimes I love living in this era – full of high techno…technolo…bah, what a word to say! What I mean is that today’s world is full of handy machines and all of them are convenient. Well, compared to those days. As I am preoccupied with my work, I take a glance of Ellie that still sweeping behind me. I think to myself. What will happen to Ellie if I die? Will she be strong to continue life? Will she endure towards my lost? I almost cried. And I turn myself to the fireplace. On it, there is a picture frame of younger Ellie. Curious, energetic, adventurous and much more of her. I suddenly feel sad. Very sad. It was Ellie – Future Explorer. It was Ellie that is always dreamed for Paradise Falls. That is really wanted to get this house next to the highest waterfall on earth. I give a long pause. Sighing.
Suddenly, I feel brilliant. Genius! “That is it! That IS it!” I thought. I could take Ellie to Paradise Falls! Well, minus the house of course. That would be impossible or perhaps crazy. Both of us can live our adventure since our childhood. And re-live Ellie’s spirit to become a real explorer! That’s it, I’m going to book tickets to Venezuela this evening. “Paradise Falls, embrace yourself with these two mighty – elderly – explorers!” I thought. Suddenly, it gives me a thought of Charles Muntz. We Americans, (well, 1930’s Americans) don’t know what happened to him. Either he was already dead or gone missing. But I’m pretty sure that he was already dead as his age would be in his 90s.[/i]
– edit: too many typos.
Even better! I like the way you portray Carl’s thoughts during that scene from the movie. You made me laugh, with Carl’s “Bah, what a word to say!” And I love him thinking, at this point, that flying the house would be impossible or crazy. Very nicely done!
Be sure to catch the 3rd and the final part of this short story this Saturday and next Monday!
Haha, great job chef, I like how you made it relate to that part in the montage. As soon as you mentioned sweeping, I knew what you were talking about, it was pretty cool. 
Good luck with the last part, but I must point out to everyone else, if it’s what I think it is, expect some rather major spoilers (I’d use tags chef)
I must say, I’ve never heard of using spoiler tags in a fanfic. I would find that difficult to do, and disruptive to read.
It might be nice to post a spoiler warning at the beginning of the chapter, but I think that would be enough. As a reader, I would always expect that any fanfic based on a movie is likely to contain spoilers for that movie. 
Good idea karly05! And thanks ffdude1906 for reminding me at spoilers. Never thought of that LOL.
Wannabechef, Chapter 2 was even better! I liked how Carl was so welcoming of new technology. After Ellie died, I’d think he wouldn’t feel that way anymore. And I also loved how they still did their ‘cross your heart’ thing even in old age.
Thanks WheezyBestBud! I wish Part 3 of the story will well-received too!
And yeah, after Ellie died, he don’t really care about it much. (No, not a spoiler for the next part.)
SPOILER alert!
Saturday.
[i]I wake up from a long-night sleep with excite. Today is the special day for all couples in the world. Valentine’s Day. The day that full of flower bouquets, teddy bears and chocolates. Yet, it’s for the new generation today. Back in the day, we did not do these stuffs, however, we used a romantic approach such as a couple road trip or even a simple afternoon couple picnic. None of today’s generation will do these things. If there are, only few of them and highly likely with their age advancing to 35 or so on.
Ellie and I celebrated Valentine’s with annual tradition: couple picnic. Ellie loves picnic as much as I do and to make it more special, we always do it at our favorite hill. There’s a big tree on the hill. The engraving that we did almost 50 years ago is still visible ‘til today.[/i] “C+E Forever”. [i]I engraved it with a pocket knife on our first Valentine as a happily married couple. Ellie always giggle when we talk about our life by then. That did bring our nostalgic and sentimental yet romantic life back in the time.
We always lay on the ground – sometimes fall asleep together – watching the sky, the clouds or the birds. Sometimes I played her “Can’t Help Falling In Love” with guitar. We too capture our moments together. Ellie always bring the camera everywhere we go. That’s quite an adventure to her I guess. But I just can’t wait for today’s evening. I will give her the best present of her whole life! I’m trying to imagine how she would react with that. Everything has going with the right plan. I got the tickets, the picnic plan is nearly accomplished and I just leave to God that everything is going as I planned.[/i]
5.30 pm
We’re getting ready for picnicking. Ellie has prepared the food and snacks, and I have prepared for the surprise. I giggled when I imagining how Ellie will react. Probably she’ll go berserk. While waiting for Ellie, I’m going to warm the car engine. Wow. My red Cadillac is sure quite old. I could barely remember how old it is. If I could recall it, it’s nearly 50 years the car had serving us. Then I think of Ellie, what takes her so long?
5.45 pm
[i]We’re arrived at the park. Surprisingly, there are no many people at the park. Just a few of elderly couple celebrating Valentine’s – including us. I help Ellie with the picnic basket. As I planned – I’ll put the tickets in the basket and then ask Ellie to give me a prune juice. We walk towards the hill while we holding hands. Ellie give me a weak smile and I hug her by my side. Then, Ellie kiss me on the cheek. I thought to myself that I have accomplished everything in my life but one: An adventure for Ellie.
A few more steps, we will reach the hill. I am running to climb the hill and left Ellie behind. Ellie always beat me with this race. And embarrassingly said I never win a single of it. Wow. My heart pumped really fast. I’m old though. I’m not capable to this anymore. I giggle. I reach the hill and shouted to Ellie. Encouraging her to move faster.[/i] “C’mon sweetheart! You can do better than that! And I’m winning!” Then…I can’t believe my eyes… ”Ellie! Ellie! ELLIE!!!”
Yay, new chapter! Again, I like your little touches: Ellie always taking the camera everywhere, Carl carving their initials in the tree on the hill. You have a nice sense of them and their relationship. And I like how you wrote the climb up the hill, with Carl teasing Ellie then realizing something’s wrong.
I’m going to give you a couple of small critiques this time, I hope you don’t mind. When you mention them lying on the floor - a “floor” is indoors; I think you’re thinking of them lying on the ground.
Also, in the US, February is in the winter, and the sun goes down pretty early in most places here (like between 5 & 6 pm), so the picnic might more likely be earlier in the day.
Looking forward to the next chapter!
Thanks karly05! Gotta change the ‘floor’ stuff.
As for the timing, I kinda thought that too, but I really want it to be an ‘interesting’ scenes. I hope it worth your wait though!
The next part would be the last. And I really hoping that I have much more time to re-read and edit the story to perfect it.
And I’ll take those critiques as a learning progress. (jotting down something 5-6, in the US, hmm…night. Got it.)
Again, thanks! It’s been a week now, I can’t wait for your next fan fic!
Wannabechef, I liked the “What takes her so long?” line; seems like the grumpy, post-Ellie Carl is creeping in. I also loved the prune juice reference! And I didn’t know Carl could play guitar!
Thanks WheezysBestBud! Yeah, it’s hard to believe that old men are grumpy even though with someone they’re really love LOL.
The guitar reference: [spoil]At the scene when Carl throwing stuffs to fly his house again, you may notice that there’s a guitar.[/spoil] Hence, I made that reference that Carl CAN play guitar. What the purpose of the guitar BTW? LOL
WOW, chef, that is a great catch with the guitar! I wouldn’t have thought of that. What a great reference to include!
Thanks again karly05! Glad you like the guitar reference!
NOTE: My Days With Ellie will be back next Saturday. Sorry for any inconvenience. The author is busy with his life for the whole week. And as you may know, it’s the last part, I’m gonna sure that readers’ wait worth it. Thanks for supporting wannabechef91’s a.k.a chef fanfic.
Man, I’m doing this way too formal. Thanks for reading though!
wow…nice job with your biography of Carl and Ellie…really opens up the window compared to the Pixar short 2-5 minute montage they did about it…you really have let us all expirience something different about them.
Will be waiting for next chapter whenever it is available.
Sunday.
…
…
…
Monday.
[i]I’ve never been this sorrowful. I’ve never been this heartbroken. I’ve never been this…lonely. I feel that I don’t belong to anyone now. I feel like the world is end for me. I feel like…like…alone. I am alone. Ellie’s gone. She’s gone, forever. My first love is…gone…in heaven. She’s just disappeared…just like that…not in peace. She didn’t get to make her dream come true. I wetted this page of this journal. I tried to live without her since hours ago, but can’t. On our chairs of love, I swear that this is the last piece of myself and Ellie writing this journal. So I could keep my journey with Ellie for eternity. So I could not to tell the story of my life after Ellie – which has beginning to torture my soul and ripped into pieces. Goodbye Ellie my dear, I pray that you are rested in peace and calmness. I will keep our dreams and adventures alive, with this house and the blue balloon, as my promise to you…
- Your sweetheart for eternity –
Carl[/i]
[Sunday evening]
It’s Ellie’s birthday. Yet it’s the most heartbroken day ever in my life. Here, I stand, hours ago, crying since hours ago, with a piece of paper and a pen, in front Ellie’s tombstone, wetting the papers in the middle of twilight, try to forgive myself what have happened. From here, I can see our hill, Ellie. I can hear the Song of the Wind, Song of our Romance and the Song of Kisses. Your disappearing hurt my heart, my soul, unexplainable. You’re my everything, Ellie. You’re my everything. I’m nothing when you’re not around. It’s all come clear to me now. It’s not about Ellie, it’s all about me. The questions are coming back to me: What will happen to me when Ellie died? Will I be strong to continue life? Will I endure towards her lost? I have reached my point, I am crying very hard right now, Ellie. What am I gonna do? It’s only me alone, the house and this blue balloon…what do I do now, Ellie? Please answer, my love, please…
[earlier that afternoon]
[i]The hospital won’t let me to sleep with Ellie all night. I am mad. They’re try to work it out by protocol. Puh… what a joke. However, they let me to stay all night outside the door. I stayed all night waiting for her. I looked at her calm face while she was sleeping, she is still beautiful. I prayed all night for her. I could not afford to leave her or seeing her ill.
But I have to get back early this morning to get her something and to dress myself up too. I’m sure she did not want to see me unorganized. I’ve been told by the doctor that she wanted me to bring her adventure book. And perhaps I could get her the balloon.[/i]
It’s Visiting Hour and Ellie looks so fine, though her face a little bit pale. She is still looked so energetic. Well, that’s Ellie I know since then. I brought her the book, she smiles at me… Oh, only heaven knows my feeling. However, I forgot to bring the surprise that she would like. So I tell her that I have a surprise for her. “I’ll back in a minute, I promise.”
Ellie is reading the book and looked very ill now, a sudden facial expression of mine changes. She could smile towards me though her smile is weak. I let go the balloon that attached to piece of small wood – just like she did it to me almost 70 years ago. She tells me to come beside her and she said she has something to tell me. I stand beside her and touching her, my heart is almost crushed by her pale look. She pushed gently the book to me, she said weakly: “Don’t you worry about me, okay?” She touches my cheek and she correcting my bow tie. I touch her hand. I kiss her forehead. I lay my head on her’s. I say to her: “I, will never leave you my sweetheart…” I sing her ‘You’re My Everything’ as lullaby and we fall asleep together.
I feel my hands are so cold. I feel Ellie’s hands are so cold. I hear beeps. I hear people rushing. I’m unconscious. The man in white suit asked me to go out. I’m conscious. I’m petrified. I’m furious. “I WILL NEVER LEAVE MY WIFE ALONE!” But someone pulled me out. I called Ellie. “Ellie…Ellie my dear, Ellie!” The woman who pulled me out loses her grip, I run towards Ellie, but the doctor and two nurses blocked me, I managed to get her cold hand. “The beep, no, no!” !” I realized what the sound is. My heart is crushed, my head cannot think rationally. “NO, ELLIE, NO!!!” [i] I am carried outside by the two other nurses. One of them said something about fine, about Ellie. I’m too preoccupied with Ellie. Those people inside try to wake her up. I cannot afford to watch it, but how could I? It’s my dying wife inside! Oh God, save her, save her. I break myself up. I cried so hard. I cried while I’m on my knees. I don’t know what to do now. Suddenly I feel…not me. I’m not Carl Fredricksen anymore.
Few minutes later and after all the tries they did to Ellie, the doctor opened the door and said: “I’m sorry Mr. Fredricksen, we have tried our best, God loves her more.”
My world crushed. My eyes blinded. My senses numbed. My body stood quietly. Is this…the end? I asked to myself. She’s gone? Ellie’s……gone? Just……gone?
The hospital handled the funeral ceremony as I’m too petrified by what was happened. The ceremony would be two hours before dusk this evening. The hospital called the insurance company about Ellie. Everything is handled by the hospital while me, sitting at the end of the aisle, holding the balloon. Friends and neighbors coming by to give their condolence. And most of them will attending the final farewell at the church this evening.
[i]Ellie’s gone. Forever. I missed her. I never leave her for a second in our lifetime. Now, she’s six feet under. Resting, in peace, while I thought she doesn’t. She did not achieve her dreams…
Now I am here, sitting in the church, still holding the balloon. An hour after they buried Ellie. After friends and neighbors to give their final respect and farewell to her…
Ellie, the most enthusiastic girl I knew and an absolute beauty of love. She lived and she died on the very same date. She tried to live her dreams. She loves me and nothing really matter but her love of me. She is my wife. She is my sweetheart. She is…an adventurer.
I sang[/i] ‘You’re My Everything’ on my way out from the church to her tomb. With I am crying of loss and love. Ellie, I’ll never ever forget you…
You’re my everything
The sun that shines above you makes the bluebird sing
The stars that twinkle way up in the sky
Tell me I’m in love
When I kiss your lips
I feel the rolling thunder to my fingertips
And all the while my head is in a spin
Deep within…I’m in love
You’re my everything
And nothing really matters but the love you bring
You’re my everything
To see you in the morning with those big, brown eyes
You’re my everything
Forever and the day I need you close to me
You’re my everything
You never have to worry, never fear
For I am near
You’re my everything
I live up on the land that see the sky above
I swim within her ocean sweet and warm
There’s no storm, my love…
THE END.
P/S: Yeah, I know that Ellie’s eyes are green (referring to the song) but hey, I try to make this story interesting. And Ellie’s eyes in this story are still green. Thanks for reading!