Short Stories

Books and Love

As I scrolled through the stories on Wattpad's discover, I saw a book with a low quality cover and an odd title. It read, My Life in Short Stories, I was interested and clicked to read the summary.

Nothing. And the only thing the cover had was a boy sitting on arock in the distance. The boy - seemingly the author - looked off into the grey clouds. The filter was b&w and the figure of the boy was black because of the lighting.

I chose to read the unfinished, one-chapter story. It began with Chapter 1. For a title, and the rest described an abused life from the boy's POV. The boy was suicidal and his family didn't help that situation at all. It was good but needed lots of revision . I decided to help him out as a more experienced author myself. I was,his only view, vote and comment.

I told him kindly in the comment that o thought the introduction was good but he lacked detail and description. I explained that it needed revising and how he could improve the grammar and punctuation mistakes. But as not to upset him I bombarded him with compliments on the story.

Later he PM'd me saying that the book really was based on his life and he wasn't finished. Well duh he wasn't finished, but I didn't say that. Instead I said no prob for the thanks and told h he could always ask me questions when he needed help with something.

I also didn't want him to really be like the kid in his story. It was sad and a tear jerker. I decided that I would help so he wouldn't feel the need to commit suicide, if I can help one other person than that's one more life I get to say I'm proud to have helped.

He didn't answer for weeks. I started to give up on texting him privately and focused on his story. Unfortunately he hasn't updated his story and it was still at chapter 1. I decided to cheer him on and encouraged him to do so by dedicating the book he voted on from me to him.

Later he decided to update the next chapter and I was thrilled to see he took my advice. "Maybe this can form into a friendship."

Months after months we texted and he updated his story. I helped of course, and he continuously thanked me for the encouraging and help.

We started to phone each other and I was haply he was breaking out of his shell. He said his name was Matt. I told him mine was Karen.

On Valentine's Day he dedicated a love poem on his account to me. I thanked him plenty and he eventually gathered the courage to tell me how he felt about me.

Surprised hut happy that he liked me more than a friend, we decided to meet. We hung out for a long time and brought our friends occasionally to keep from being awkward.

He asked me to be his girlfriend and we were together happily for 2 years. Until the tragedy, the one that broke my heart. I was told he was in the hospital and the police said he was in a plane crash, one of three survivors.

I went to visit him in the hospital and that day he held my hand, mending my fear struck heart. He told me in his small voice he loved me.

"I love you more than anything. I need to thank you for being the one to help with my suicidal thoughts, after meeting you I wanted to live for your sake. The very thought of leaving you, hurt. So thank you for being my love, for helping me. And I'm sorry to say... This is goodbye." After his sppech, the heart monitor went blank and my eyes teared up as I called for a nurse.

He died. But at least... I helped him live first.