Song Short Stories - Ac's short story compendium

The Diary of Jane

I threw the photo forward and watched the flames slowly eat it away. The flames were comforting, burning steadily all around me. I walked over broken glass and bloodied floorboards to our bedroom where the flames hadn't yet reached. She was lying on the blood stained bed, still beautiful even in this horrid state. I stroked her pale face and kissed her gently, closing her eyelids so I didn't have to look at that empty gaze. The gash on her stomach was still slowly bleeding and I lay beside her, pulling out my diary from under the pillow, mindlessly ripping out page after page of it, throwing them into the fire that was now licking my feet. I wanted to scream as the fire touched my feet but all that came out of my throat was the song , that song.

And I don't mind If you say this love is the last time

So now I'll ask

Do you like that?

Something's getting in the way.

Something's just about to break.

I will try to find my place in my diary of blame.

~Ac