He clasped his hand around her thin wrist which prevented her from fleeing, "Mariette-"
"You love someone else!" The woman of small structure shouted, seeming bigger than what she originally was. Tears that blurred her vision rained down on her rosy cheeks.
"Please, listen-" He released his grip on her wrist.
"Believe me, Theo. I have. I have listened. But I've listened enough. Every word you utter, every breath you take, it takes away mine, leaving me like a fool." Her face turned away, not wanting to reveal her ugly side as if he hasn't seen everything to know about her.
His eyes widened. His jaw hung open, but no words escaped the mouth with the lips that she always dreamt of fighting with her own.
She broke the silence that was as painful as her own love for the man standing before her, knowing her heart was next to break. "It hurts. I've held onto every strand of hope I could find just to bear this pain you give me. Just to be with you. But enough is enough."
"Look at me. Face me, Mariette," Said the man who brought her such indescribable joy but angst.
"Another one of your selfish requests. How much longer must I satisfy these demands of yours?" Her jaw tightens, fists clenched. The rain poured on the roof as if empathizing with the rage she felt in her chest.
"Every minute I don't spend with her feels like a century. But as soon as my eyes land on her glistening aura and warm smile, all the anxiety and anguish that dwells within me is swept away-"
"THEO!" She turns and pounds her fragile hands on his chest. It seems as if the rain could not compare to her uncontrollable tears. "You damned bastard, have you not been listening at all?!"
"You finally face me," he chuckles and continues. "...I told the stars about her, as if she too, was a star." Without hesitation, Mariette sends a slap across his face. She felt nothing else but pure anger and disbelief.
Unfazed, Theo warmly stares into the blue orbs of Mariette and softly caresses her cheek, "You are my star."
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short stories
Historical FictionShort stories that I've written of while listening to dark academia music. Most will generally take place in the older times, possibly around the 1800s, whichever date you see fit is fine, let your imaginations roam. I will also link the video that...
