It had been a long summer. A happy one, filled with plenty of new experiences and the feeling of ease. The kind of new experiences that make you long for more. When the days became shorter again, I could not stop thinking of all the things I wanted to do in the next summer. Not that I did not like the winter too, but summer always had a special euphoria to it, whereas in winter I always felt a slight heaviness.
This year the coldness marched in way earlier than usual. As if it had to make up for the preceding summer. On one of those days, I went for a walk in the evening. The sun already began to descend when I felt an uneasiness projected from my surrounding. The lake next to me seemed to move a bit more than before and the wind blowing through my hair exposed me to the cold. I looked to the group of trees on my other side. A quiet shadow manifested in the dusk that was setting in.
Everything changed when I saw it – the shadow was you. You came walking towards me. Soon you were so close, that I should have been able to touch you. But my hand slipped through the cold air. Suddenly I felt a short pain in my heart. I looked down on me, noticing a warm liquid trickling down my chest. I could only hear you whispering on how to stop it, as you were passing by me. I instantly did what you told me, expecting, you would come back and help. But when I looked up from the wound and turned around, I just saw the last glimpse of you, vanishing in the shadows of the night.
In this moment I let it all go. I released the pressure from the wound and watched me bleeding out. Because I knew it was too late. At the same time, all my thoughts were gone and all I could see was darkness. All my thoughts but one. It was you, who stabbed me. The person I loved the most. This was the end, the end of us. The end of the beautiful idea of the next summer I pictured for us. With this thought I slowly fell to sleep. Stripped of all the energy left in me and captivated by the hopelessness. It was going to be a long winter night.
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Winter night
Short StoryA short story about the feeling of being left alone in the process of a breakup.