A lone, beaten man walks down a path.
He is lost.
Afraid of what comes next, but not stopping whatsoever.
A hulking figure stops him in his path.
The man looks up at this figure and is confused.
"Why do you stop me?"
The figure stares.
"Answer me. Why are you in my way?!"
He said once again.
The hulking figure takes a second to respond.
"You're not lost, traveler."
He said in a deep voice.
"Nothing awaits me. For I am a man of bad origin."
He said, from his heart.
The hulking figure kneels down to his level.
"Good men do bad things. Everyone is vulnerable to bad. But if you choose to remain good, that's the strongest thing you could do..."
He briefly halts, visibly thinking.
"I may not know your story, traveler, but I know that you've experienced bad from people you've loved."
He said, meaningfully.
He prepares to talk again.
"All that bad built up inside of you, and you hurt someone you love because of it."
He continued, choked up.
"And now you believe yourself not worthy for their grace, even though they still love you. . . . . . . . . .
Even though they forgave you, even though they still accept you."
The figure started tearing up.
"They love you, they still know you're a good person at heart. They know you are still worthy of their grace."
The figure begins sobbing, awaiting a response.
"I love them. I love them so much. I don't want them to suffer by my presence. I want to leave. I need them to be happy, like they once were. . . Before I came along, selfishly hurting them."
The wanderer fell to his knees,
absolutely shaking and crying.
"I'm a bad person. I hurt the only people that cared. The people that saw and accepted me."
The wanderer await his response.
The figure held the wanderer in his arms,
embracing him and loving him.
"You may have done a bad thing, but you didn't do it because you wanted to. You did it because you were so broken on the ground by everything around you
. . . . . . . . You had a rough life but no matter how much bad was given to you, you never gave up.
You kept being stubborn, you kept going forward with no intention of going back.
You were caught in the storm for so long, you let it control you. But you were just growing, you were still young. Please, understand that my child."
The wanderer hugs the figure.
"Im sorry for disappointing you."
"I'm sorry for what I did, I'm sorry."
The wanderer said, seeking approval.
"It's okay, child. I'll always be here for you.
Our life was rough back when I was you.
It's okay my child. I'll be here for you."
". . . I'll always be here, Bell."
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Short Stories with Heavy Meanings
Short StoryEach person has their unique identity, unique story to them. Everyone might be better, or be worse. Ultimately, it's up to them.
