A Collection of Short Stories

The Grand Canyon

When someone's heart breaks so does a piece of out world; this creates fissures, valleys, and even cracks in the pavement. Tell the story of the Grand Canyon. 

She was kneeling on ground her hand over her heart, blood slowly oozing out. The sun was setting, and she had the perfect view. she was looking out into a valley, rocks were falling from the sides, echoes could be heard for miles from the landing of them. But she didn't care she wanted to admire the sun and all its glory. 

Footsteps were approaching from behind and she knew who it was, she was expecting him. They stopped a few feet away. Tears began to brim on her eyes as there was once again silence, she knew what was going to happen and there was nothing to stop it. 

"I'm sorry" he says. She felt the tears fall from her eyes as she turned to face him. Meeting his eyes was on of the most painful things she could have done. In the back a few more rocks fell from the sides of the valley, interrupting the silence. 

"But you're not" more tears fell, and she had to compose herself from breaking down. 

"There is no other way"

"There is! You just refuse to accept it!" she yelled back and as if on cue a rock slide occurred. This grabbed their attentions, distracting them for a moment. Confusion covered both their faces, but they ignored it for there were more important matters at hand. 

"You're here so do what you came to do." She said turning back to admire the sun set again. 

"I don't want to do it"

"But you will so just do it" he stayed silent and took out the knife that was sheathed under his jacket. He slowly made his way over to her and knelt down to face her. he gripped the knife with one hand and with the over he cupped her cheek. She leaned into his touch, she hated that she did, but she couldn't help it, after all she did love him. 

"I do love you." He whispered almost not wanting to admit it. 

"I know, just not as much as I thought you did.'' She replied. Her words shocked him, they hurt it. Not because they weren't true but because they were. If he truly loved her he wouldn't have done what he did next. 

The knife came forward and was plunged into her already bleeding heart. She gasped in pain and met his eyes for the last time. She wasn't shocked or surprised, she was heart-broken. He heled her gaze, tears falling from his eyes. He had done this to her, he caused all this pain. 

And at last the light left her eyes and her body fell limb, falling into his chest as if she was crying and asking for comfort. And he, he pulled the knife out and threw it into the valley, ridding himself of the weapon. He embraced her, he held her as if she was still alive. Her head on his chest and his head resting on her head. There at the top of the valley, all alone, not caring about his clothes soaking up her blood, there he cried. He cried for her and there inside him anger grew. Anger grew for himself. 

In the background of it all the valley crumbled and broke, rock falling everywhere. The earth breaking mimicking the broken hearts.