- Story I wrote... tear... FUCKING COPYRIGHTED SO DON'T EVEN DREAM OF STEALING.
- February 20th, 2010
“I love you.” Said the girl to the boy as they exchanged kisses under the gold-flecked leaves. His acknowledgment- soft, hesitant- and his reply- quiet, murmured- went by unnoticed as the girl, wrapped in her adoration for him, only heard the words.
“Good-bye.” Said the boy, a few months later, after the girl had given him everything she could. After her love had reached a peak and was forecasted to continue steadily, after innocence was gone, after multiple gifts had been bestowed, he said “good-bye” as if they were only friends. As if he owed her nothing and she owed him naught.
She cried. Days and nights she nursed her shattered heart, fending off everyone else who might have meant anything. Weeks passed before she decided to hide the tears, forge a replacement smile, and try to live without the one she loved. She returned, happy and beautiful and bold, and lived her life.
Her life passed, slowly, the pain ever present in her life. It showed to no one, but a box she kept held the few things he had given her… a box to remind her that where ever he was, whatever he was doing, she still held the scraps of their love in her heart. Soon she was old.
Her sister’s children, the only ones to take care of her, put her in a home for old, broken people like her. The rooms stank of loss, and soon hope evaporated from her soul. The gold became grey.
There was a man there, one who stood out despite the monochrome colors of life in this place. He never seemed to notice her, hunched over his wheelchair, constantly despondent. One day, when she knew she was dying, she crept over to the man and whispered in his ear.
“I loved you once.” She said. Tears unshed for decades fell as she spoke, and he looked up.
“I knew.” He said, and then looked back down, at bare toes warped with age, frowning as if the yellow nails could replace golden memories.