(bolded words are from the actual story starters/prompts)
"Why the fuck did he have to go and die now?!" He screamed, Yet the tears were not falling out yet. Maybe because he cried too much already, that's probably why he had no tears left for weeping now.
"I did all this—this for nothing? just nothing?" He looks at the photo of his lover, his life, his everything.
"I—I was going to pr—propose to YOU. Y—you just now leave me before I—I—" He couldn't even speak properly or finish the sentence. His voice was cracking and stuttering so much.
"I—I CAN'T EVEN HATE YOU. I HATE MYSELF F—FOR IT!" He screams once again, yet Noone can hear him.
"I can't even bear to g—go to your grave be—because I—" The tears start falling once again. One by one.
"I can't believe you would just—just go away like this a—after everything I've done for you..." He tears the photo and throws it on the bed.
"I can't just—just move on as if you've never existed!" He weeps even more at the fact.
"Did you ever love me? Hah, yea I just stood a chance once before. Y—you've cheated on me before too. Yet I Stayed. I stayed because you had got a hold of me. I—I don't think I can ever get rid of this—this hold you have on me" He falls to the floor, tears now rushing out.
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Oneshots
Short StoryThis is random, Im just writing stuff to well- cure my boredom? or my intense urges to read something- whatever
