Her wet hair stuck to her face as she stood up from the ice cold puddle she let herself fall into.
Her mental clock bet it was around midnight.
Her thoughts get lost upon the trees above her.
She lost him a long time ago.
She keeps walking to forget.
Forget the past.
Forget her feelings.
Mostly, to forget him.
Her mind pondered every single minute of him. He was a disease in her brain she couldn't get out.
The doctors told her mother he wasn't real. He's her imagination.
But what is imagination when you can feel the skin, the breath of the person? When you can hear their voice in your mind? When you can see them?
No one knew he wasn't just her imagination. He was the boy who knew everything about her.
No one knew about him but her.
She knew he was only hers.
Her hands go to her petticoat button. Before she knows what she's doing, her petticoat falls to the ground.
Her feet kick into the material as it flies into the puddle. Her hands clasp around herself as she sits in the snow.
"Why are you not here?" She whispers to herself as tears fall down her cheeks. The image of his face comes to her mind and she lets out a ear piercing scream with anger.
He let her go, but nobody will know.
She never looked back at him.
She never told him how she felt.
So it consumed her whole.
YOU ARE READING
Without Her
Romance{short story} What happened if the one you loved never told you she loved you back before it was too late? What if no one knew of the other's existence? What would one do without the other? (I'm sorry I suck at details).
