From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
The Price of Love
Theresa and Ethan held hands as they walked down the brick path in the park. Ethan wore a black suit and Theresa
was clad in a gray dress and cardigan, an unusual color for her to be wearing. But there was a reason. She and
Ethan had just left the church where Grace Bennet’s funeral had been held.
Ethan had spent every hour of the last two days by his mother’s side at the hospital. Theresa had gone to the
mansion to pack some of Ethan’s things and then reserved a room for him at the Harmony Hilton as his mother had
suggested, but he hadn’t even been there yet. She had been surprised when he had said he wanted to attend Grace
Bennet’s funeral. She had told him that Sam would understand if he wasn’t there under the circumstances. But
Ethan was persistent saying, "Sam has come to see how Mother was doing the last two days despite his problems
and he’s been very supportive for me. Besides, I know my mother would be heartbroken if she knew about Grace’s
accident. I owe it to her to go and I think it’s my duty to go in her place."
Theresa had been silently delighted that Ethan was so determined to do this. She was beginning to worry about
him. He looked terrible and going to the funeral, as grim and sad as it would be, would at least get him out of
the hospital for a few hours.
Theresa looked up at the sky. It was unseasonably warm for September. ‘How can the sun shine so bright on such
a sad day,’ Theresa thought.
Ethan brought Theresa back to earth. "Theresa, can I talk to you," he was now leading her to the bench
where they had once shared a beautiful kiss.
"Of course you can, I’ll always be here for you, Ethan."
"I know, and that’s what I want to talk to you about. Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald, I love. I feel like I’m
flying whenever I’m with you. You make me laugh and accept me for who I am and make me feel comfortable enough
to be myself. I can’t imagine a life without you. Would you consider honoring me with the pleasure of being my
Theresa was shaking, for first time in her life, too shocked to cry. Ethan was looking directly into her eyes
and holding out a small velvet box that contained an engagement ring. "Ethan, I can’t think of a better way
to spend my life."
"My thoughts exactly," Ethan replied as he smiled and slipped the ring on her finger.
"Ethan Crane, I recognize this ring," Theresa cried. "It’s the one I pointed out that day we were
shopping on wharf." Theresa admired the princess cut diamond with the sapphire baguettes on either side that
were set in a platinum band. "And I thought that was going to be the best day of my life."
"And they’re only going to get better," Ethan said as he pulled her in for a kiss.