Short Stories

My Dear, My Death

This year (in year 9) I recently prodced this, as I had to do a story on why "love is stronger than hate" So Enjoy... 

it isn't very good

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Dear my lovely Violet,

How are you? Are you having a nice day? It’s your birthday today, sweetie. 85 years! A fresh bouquet of lilies arrived on the doorstep this morning; I don’t know who sent them. I fell over your favourite pair of shoes this morning; peeking from under our bed. The doctor said I’d be okay. The rose I had placed on your pillow has stained my favourite white silk sheets; but that’s okay. I ate strawberry cheesecake for breakfast; the way you liked it. I love you so much, beautiful. Today just isn’t the same. I’ve never cried on your birthday before… but this is the first one with you absent. Three hours; non-stop, I just wept and wished for you back in my arms. It was just like the time when I had upset you; I accidently stood you up, within the third month of us dating. You told me you never wanted to share another word with me, the venom had dripped from your words; and I collapsed in front of my mother when I returned home and she comforted me in her warm arms as I wished you were in mine.

Have a beautiful day, I love you,

Tate x

Dear my lovely Violet,

I’m in hospital. I haven’t had any writing material for days; I miss my contact with you. One of the nurses was nice enough to bring me something; of course none of my family would; they’re just like your family now; no commitment, but still hoping for a place in the will. The pens a bit smudgey, but I’m grateful for anything. It’s just like that time for you eighteenth birthday, you really wanted a new dress, with a big price tag, and I got you cheap shoes instead, but you refused to say you hated them, because you always said “at least the thought was there” and then when you finally got the dress, it got ripped on the concrete when I accidently tripped you and you cried and I held you in my arms, and you said you hated me, but you still hugged me… I miss those days.

I hope you’re okay, I love you,

Tate x

Dear my lovely Violet,

66 years. Vi, marriage for 66 years. That’s a big number. Hibiscus’ lay over your grave today; they’re your favourite. I never used to remember, you hated that; I could never say Hibiscus either, that always really got on your nerves. I miss those days when we could party all night together and the next day just sleep all day, wrapped in each other arms, each other’s body warmth much like a personal heater. I remember how all this started; still. Fancying each other, telling our friends, being shy about it, leaving it, ignoring it, and then coming back to where it begun. The day I asked you out, I got down on one knee and took your hand; kissing the back of it. You blushed like crazy; and I smiled like crazy. All the girls and boys were laughing in the background but then and there, I couldn’t care less. “Violet,” I had said “Will you be mine, be my girlfriend?” I was so cheesy, but I thought that was how you had to do it. You couldn’t say no, that’d be to embarrassing, but you couldn’t say yes, it would be just as bad. You grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet; without another though I had wrapped my hand around your waist, already falling in love with the feeling of your body on mine, and I had pressed my lips to yours. It was my first kiss and yours too. I’m sure it was messy and sloppy, but I loved it. You hated it. You pushed me away and your face was as red as a tomato. Tears were filling your eyes and regret and remorse sat at the bottom of my stomach as I felt like I were about to cry. Days later you came back to me and kissed me, taking me completely by surprise and told me you’d be my girlfriend. They were truly the best days of my life; and every day from then on, I fell more in love with you.

I love you,

Tate x