My Short Stories

My Story

        "Always." Thats what he always said. But he broke that promise. That was the reason. But why would you believe me. Yeah, there was the storys but know one know mine.

        It was a normal day. I was doing the cleaning. He was expected to be home any moment now. Then I heard a knock. It was very wierd. It had been 3 years since he moved in with me. I told him almost always when he first moved in just to come in. Now he just comes in. So I go in.

        'I'm not execting anyone.' I think to myself. I open the door, finding him there. But me wasn't in his normal work clothes. He wore just normal blue jeans and a white button up shirt. 

        "Look, I'm leaving you." He said calmly. My eyes widened. 

        "Why?" I whispered to him.

        "I'm just not as into you as I was before." He said. 

        "Fine, but at least take something before you go." I said.

        "What is it?"

        "You'll see. Follow me." I say leading him into the kitchen.

        I grab a knife from off the counter. I hide it behind my back.

        "So what is it you want me to have?" He asked me.

        I stabbed him in the gut. He bent over hands over the wound.

        "That." I said.

        "Why?" He whispered. The blood was still gushing from the wound. I didn't anwser him. He just laid their, dieing. It took about 30 minutes for him to die.

        "Good-bye." I say as my last words to him.