Select a book at random in the room. Find a novel or short story, copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story.
Just three words long.
The phrase taking delight in ripping him apart with every repetition. So while he stood suspended; apathetic from the continuous blow of "I need you." and the incessant tugging from the hem of his shirt, the man couldn't be bothered. He took his time falling back into motion, lifting an arm to pry apart the hands pulling him to stay, stay, stay for a second longer.
Pleas were denied as her hope collapsed as she felt the floor beneath her palms. It caused her heart to transition from racing a mile a minute to slow into ragged pumps. And while she regained her bearings off the pavement, she called out once more to the man who decided to don a sickening grin. It was barely enough to create an anchor that weighed him down to pause and look once more at her.
With every step, he leaned closer to the purpose that dragged him away. He selfishly took the love and the entity of something in-spite of it never belonging to him. Emotions vanishing with every gust that angrily whipped their hair. Even while his eyes drained of life, his vision focused on the past of their eyes, nose, lips locked in content. The overloading sensation of her body and her sweet voice breathlessly speaking his name etching themselves to him like a tattoo as he recalled whispering hushed promises for the next day.
He reasoned with himself with mantras of desperation.
Because walking away gave distance from his beautiful illusion. He could return to the familiar embrace of someone who wasn't the sunshine he directed stretching smiles and embraced from evening till dawn. Because walking away paved a path back to something familiar and nothing like a presence that broke his thoughts with careless abandon.
Despite the the taught feeling in his throat his voice gave way to one last phrase.
Just three words long.
"I love you."
