You can't even look at her, after some time you hear your door close. You finally look up to see Maria has left your room, you let out a long sigh, your heart is still pounding from what just happened. You decide to try to take your mind off the entire event and you get the laptop out of your suitcase to bury yourself in work. After a few hours, the sunsets and you're once again tired, the entire day has been mentally draining, so you try to get some rest to decompress from it all. After no time at all, you drift off to sleep.
You wake up the next day to the sound of birds chirping, after sleeping and clearing your mind you decide to go talk to Maria, just to clear the air from what happened. You head to her room across the hall. You knock, no response.
"Maria, I... I want to talk about last night..." Still no answer. "Please answer... I really want to talk"
The silence is deafening. After a minute more of knocking and trying to get her to answer the door, you decide to try and open it, and to your surprise, it opens, the door slowly creaked open, and inside the rays of the sun gently lit up her room, the sound of birds playing can be heard outside, as the morning wind gently batters the house. Maria is peacefully laying in her bed, blood soaks her bedsheets, it slowly drips from the fingertips of her right arm, which lay limply off the side of the bed, and below a small puddle of her own blood is forming, in her chest, a knife.
End.
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Windows To The Heart
Short StoryIn this visual novel inspired "Choose your own adventure" story, experience something that was mostly written in a few hazy hours, a story about love, death, family, and most importantly, choice. Told from the point of view of Lucas, a homesick rich...
