The sun is ablazed seeming delighted. The breeze is calm yet powerful. The clouds sat majestically above. The birds chirped their melody. The crowds bustled with enthusiasm. I am sitting on the bench in the park.
Here I am watching, staring at the view that was unfolding before my eyes. I watched lovers pass by holding each other's hand. The sweet scent of roses and chocolates caught my attention.
"Valentine's huh." I thought to myself. I'm envious at the sight before me. I'm envious of the lovers blissfully walking the streets. Their world must be vivid and complete.
Unlike mine, shattered and dull. The laughter all around seems to mock me. Mock me for being broken. Mock me because I feel so cold, so hollow inside.
Ever since you left me,ever since you disappeared from my sight. This world of mine turned black and white. The memories of us together kept flooding my mind. A tear rolled down my cheek and I hastily wiped it.
I stood up,ready to leave but before I did, I felt a warm ghostly hug followed by a sweet kiss-like sensation on the forehead then a sweet voice whispered in my ears," Please move on my beloved, I'll always be here, watching over you. I love you so much don't you ever forget that."
Afterwards, the warm sensation disappeared. Hot liquid formed at the corner of my eyes then rolled down my cheek. How could I move on from you if you're the only one I can think of every hour,every minute,every second,every millisecond, and every nanosecond.
You can't and will never leave my mind. You will always be alive in my heart. I love you forever and always.
If by any chance someone will ask me to choose between taking a bullet straight through my head or living without you,I'd gladly choose to take a bullet straight through my head because the pain and agony will be bearable. Unlike losing you,painful and agonizing,like death is there himself.
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So there we have it... the first short story. I know its a bit cheesy but I hope you like it. Adios!
-Kitsune
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Love And Other Peculiarities
Short StoryMisleading as it can be. Uncanny as it is. This collection of prose and poetry will put you at the edge of your sits, so the author hopes. With no path to go. No signs to lead the way, hoping that creativity did a great job.
