Short Stories

Give Me Love Oneshot

Its not so morbid but its sad. hope u guys like it, happy early valentines day!! <33333333333

Sitting at her favorite café, she looked out the windows seeing couples holding hands and stealing side kisses. With a small smile, she thinks to herself that today should be a happy day but she's not.

Pink and red clutter the walls of the café, hearts, flowers, pictures of cupid, Valentine candy and holiday themed drinks is what she was seeing right now. Sipping her pink herbal tea, she heard a chair skid on the ground. Ignoring it, she continued to look around the chatty person.

"Excuse me, you wouldn't mind if I sit her do you?" a voice asked, she looked up to see a guy: tan, long black hair in a ponytail, brown eyes and a nice smile. Wow he's handsome.

"Oh, not at all" she gestured to him.

He sits with his beverage and says"very chilly huh?" Is he really trying to start a conversation with me, a generic one no less? She thought to herself. Oh well might as well.

"Well it is February and we're in Seattle" she pulled her coat in tighter when a patron came in, leaving a cold breeze.

"So what's your name?" he asked with an intrigued look on his face.

"Sandra. And yours?"

"Diego" he simply responded.

"Where are you from Diego?" she asked, leaning closer with her elbows on the table.

"Ecuador, you?"

"Nigeria"

"Really?"

"Yes"

"You don't have an accent"

"Neither do you"

"Looks like we were both raised here"

"Looks like it" she nodded then stared at the window again, not wanting to continue the conversation. Diego noticed the sadness in her face, thinking that she shouldn't be. Cute round face, dark brown eyes, braids and lovely brown skin, she should be at least content since today is the day of love.

"Sandy you promised that we do this every year. For him." he finally said after a two minute silence then taking her hand and gripping it gently. She turned to him, tears pooling her eyes but quickly blinks it away as she stares into the eyes of the man she loved for ten years.

"I know but I can't pretend that nothing happened. This isn't healthy for us. Can't we just grieve for him like normal people do?" She begged her husband.

"No. we did that and you almost hurt yourself. I can't see you broken like that again. He was our son and I know that he would want you to move on" She couldn't believe he said that just now. How can she move on when it was her fault? Not seeing the car coming her way when the trucker hit them, she should have turned left. For the past five years, they promised themselves that they would act like strangers so they could relive their first meeting at the same café since their son's death. He'd buy her favorite stuffed animal; a rabbit and she would buy him a new watch. It made them feel more closely to each other, despite all the fights with their family, friends and even with themselves when they thought they were drifting apart. "It's not your fault" he knows that's what she's thinking, she likes to make that face when she's thinking too hard: creased forehead and pursed lips. "You were in the right of way, the trucker wasn't"

"Then why do I feel so guilty?" she pouted, holding his hands tightly.

"Because you're making yourself feel that way. It was devastating losing Issac, I couldn't even get out of the house. Then having to bury our five year son nearly killed me. But I never blamed you for it. I will always love you and so will Issac. He'll always be in our hearts." He finished. She smiled widely, the first time in six months that he finally seen all of her teeth. He always knew what to say to make her feel better.

"I love you so much, Diego" she whispered.

"I'll always love you, Sandy. I'll do anything to make you happy" he responded.

"Me too" she said. She leaned over the table and kissed him lightly, he told her 'happy valentine's day' and she said it back. They started getting up to leave the café, intertwining their hands and her head on his shoulders.

"Let's go to Olive Garden" she suggested when they reached outside.

"No Applebee's. They have a special for today"

"No Italian food" she whined playfully, nuzzling into his neck. He loved the fact that he can see her playful mood again so he gave in to go to her favorite restaurant.