Sad Stories- Warning! May Cause Goosebumps,Crying and Sadness.

Silence. Time to think

The radio squealed happily, but his body shook with every word. He reached out with his hand and touched the button. The sound of the road rolling under the worn tires filled the car when the radio stopped. As his destination came nearer, he sighed, yawned and stretched; it had been a long day. It would be a longer night. He backed into a parking spot on the edge and turned the key. The tired engine finally died.
Silence at last. Time to think.
He crawled out of the car. The chill of the icy autumn air caught him off guard, and he grabbed at his shoulders to warm them. The gravel on the unpaved ground scrunched loudly under his feet as he strolled to the back of the car. He put his hands in his pockets. He sighed and shrugged to the city.
“What am I going to do?”
His legs let him fall to sit on the edge of the steep drop-off. The lights of the city were bright, white and silvery against the pitch black backdrop of the night sky. If only the sky didn't remind him of her deep blue, almost black eyes that were like marbles. If only she was here; then it would be a perfect night.
More silence. More time to think.
He looked out over the lights and deep into the sky, over the horizon and knew he was looking into her eyes. The eyes like red-hot lasers that could burn through skin when they filled themselves with tears. Eyes like oceans, big and wide, when she was afraid.
It wasn't true, it couldn't be.
“It isn't true,” he told the sky, “It can't be,” he explained, but he knew it was. It had to be.
For a moment, he sat still, starring into the empty sky. It waited for him to make his move.
He had seen her, hadn't he? It couldn’t have been his imagination, could it? There was no way. It had happened, and he had seen her.
“I took her up here so many times,” he whispered. The city listened without a sound, and replied without movement.
Again, silence.
He jumped up and looked out angrily at the city as it calmly replied in its own way, “It's not my fault.”
“It isn't true,” he murmured under his breath, “It can't be,” and even as he said it, he knew the opposite was true, “I saw you.”
He forced himself to sit down again on the edge of the cliff and all was silent, for the city had left him alone.
“What am I supposed to do?” his voice shook.
Silence. Time to think.
“What have I done?” his tone expressed true bewilderment.
Silence.
“It can't be true,” he lied to himself.
Time to think.
“I won't cry,”
He shivered as his chin touched his knees. In his mind he knew he would have to go home soon, but in his heart he knew he would never call it 'home' again. Not until the memory her laying there on the table had faded from his mind. Not until whoever was responsible was caught.
Slowly, he lay on the cold ground and gazed deeply into the sky. He sighed, and the sky, void of stars once again, offered no encouragement.
“What am I supposed to do?” he questioned the sky.
Silence.
“Please,” he begged.
Silence.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Silence. Time to think.
“It can't be true,” he whimpered helplessly to the sky, “but I saw her.”
He stood up and strolled to the trunk of his car. He slid onto the trunk and heard it creak under his weight. He leaned against the windshield, and knew at once that he couldn't take it. His eyes watered and he pulled his knees up to his chin.
“I won't cry,” he sniffled, “I won't.”
He put his head in his hands and rocked back and forth slowly with steady, silent sobs. His shoulders shook softly and he wished for her to grab him; to hold him and comfort him.
“It can't be true.”
But it was.
“It can't be true.”
Silence.
He calmed himself and tried to decide what to do. The small droplets of salt water returned to his eyes when he thought about going home. His body shivered, and his mind ignored its needs as he thought. He let his cold hands return to his pockets and remembered his wedding band. His own voice echoed through his head telling her he wouldn't take it off as long as he lived. Now, sitting on the trunk of his tiny red car, he removed it and tossed it around in his hands. He let his fingers roll it around between themselves and smiled. His mind told him to throw it over the edge, but his hands knew better. This wasn't her fault.
Silence. Time to think.
He walked, scrunching the gravel beneath his shoes, back to the front of his car, and opened the door. As he took one last look at the city he knew he wouldn't be back again.
Silence again.
The city and the sky bid him farewell as he crawled into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. His cold fingers twitched on the wheel, and he hit the button on the radio. A calm, peaceful song filled the car. He turned the volume up and was engulfed in the sad delight of the tune. His mind told him to go home, but his heart knew that he couldn't go back. He backed out of his parking space and drove away.