It took him five days.
Five full days to complete her journal and understand everything.
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as his eyes skimmed over the last few words of her diary,
'I know you hate me for everything I've done Aurum but I will never ever stop loving you'
He kept the book aside and in a fit of rage took the vase kept on the table in front of him and threw it across the room.
Next, he ripped off a framed picture of the two of them from a vacation two years ago and smashed it to the ground.
He trashed his home and when he couldn't take it anymore he crumbled onto his floor in a crying mess.
She was gone.
Viola Palidé was never coming back.
The beating heart in his body, served as a reminder of it everyday.
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Short Storyhis h e a r t , like his n a m e , was made of g o l d ♛ *** [Highest Rank: #232 Short Story]23.02.17 ©Reislust 2017
