Some Short Stories

Death's Kiss

When you die, the funeral isn't for you. The flowers aren't for you. The wake isn't for you.

When you die the funeral is for the people who loved you.

When you die the flowers and the wake is for the people who mourn you.

When you die, the funeral is for the people who used to consider you a vital part of life. ¨

When you die, the wake is for the people who are trying to cope with you being gone.

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She turns over in her king sized bed, made for two, but now only ever going to be used by one. As she turns she notices his face next to her.
Him

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She goes to look into his glowing eyes after the beautiful little sunset they had just witnessed together and sees that he already was looking at her.

"Great first date idea, or what??"

She giggles at his joke and responds with a small "yeah, it is"

They look into each other's eyes and just smile, she glances at his lips, and he at hers. Before she knows it he is kissing her under the rising moon.

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She sees his face and in mere seconds, the tears she thought she ran out on, came out again. Now stronger than any time before.

She tries to move toward his body but to her dismay, does it turn into the dust he became in her mind. She tries to touch his face one last time but before she comes an inch closer, his entire body goes away, as fast as it came.

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She looks around in the crowded restaurant hoping to find any evidence of him joking, or lying to her, but yet there is nothing. No evidence, no other people about to start laughing, no guy coming up with a camera yelling "YOU JUST GOT PUNKED!!"

. She looks into his eyes and just like that first time, he is looking into hers as well. She hoping that he would have any sign that he wasn't telling her the truth.

How could it be?

How could he have abandoned her like this?

How could the love of her life leave her like this?

How could he have been so selfish to leave this world without her or without telling her?

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The tears she thought had all dried up once again came out faster than she ever thought they possibly could when she imagined the moment he told her that her love, her lovebunny, her buffer, her only rock, had left her. That he had, without thinking, left her to fend for herself in the world they would months earlier agree was too harsh for anyone to be alone in, for anyone to fend for themselves in.