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--another short story by me--
She looked like an angel in the white dress she wore. Her face was glowing pale in the candlelight, which made her look even more beautiful; unbelievably beautiful. She whispered the softest, beautiful words that I yearned to hear. She told me how much she loved me, she spoke her heart out.
She took my hands, held them firmly, and looked into my eyes. I glanced up into her eyes and saw a sea of love for me in her sparkling emerald-like eyes that were now flooding with tears. She knew how difficult it would be for us to be together. I held her hands; more firmly; reassuring our never ending love and care for each other.
No words were spoken; our eyes did all the conversation. No words were meant to be spoken; silence spoke it all. It was a hapless love between two people who were not meant to be together.
I caressed her hand. Blushing, she looked down; tears now flowing down her cheeks. Colors came and dissolved in her face. I couldn’t see those tears; I brushed the tears off her face. She looked at me, gave me a sweet yet fragile smile. She giggled, softly, impulsively, as if laughing at her fate.
I didn’t know what to say; maybe I was dumb. I didn’t know how to make her happy. I so much wanted to give her all the happiness, but she was bound by her own self; her own believes. She was crumbling inside. Her soul was dying; yet I couldn’t do anything to comfort her.
The space between us was shrinking. Somehow the darkness kept on creeping; surrounding us totally. It seemed as if we were the only two souls alive around. The music had all of sudden stopped. All I could hear was her heart beats. I reached up and stroked her silk-brown hair. She took my hand in hers, affectionately, and closed her eyes feeling my hand as if trying to capture the whole moment in her mind; bringing back the memories of the past. The candle kept on burning, hours passed by in seconds; she kissed my hand before finally letting it go.
She swept her tears again, suddenly standing up; realizing she had to go back home to her husband and child; her boring life awaited her. She left and I stood up with weak, shaky legs; took a deep sigh, and headed back home to my wife who was probably knitting a sweater for our unborn child.
We left, without saying a good-bye; we both knew this wasn’t our last meeting.
She looked like an angel in the white dress she wore. Her face was glowing pale in the candlelight, which made her look even more beautiful; unbelievably beautiful. She whispered the softest, beautiful words that I yearned to hear. She told me how much she loved me, she spoke her heart out.
She took my hands, held them firmly, and looked into my eyes. I glanced up into her eyes and saw a sea of love for me in her sparkling emerald-like eyes that were now flooding with tears. She knew how difficult it would be for us to be together. I held her hands; more firmly; reassuring our never ending love and care for each other.
No words were spoken; our eyes did all the conversation. No words were meant to be spoken; silence spoke it all. It was a hapless love between two people who were not meant to be together.
I caressed her hand. Blushing, she looked down; tears now flowing down her cheeks. Colors came and dissolved in her face. I couldn’t see those tears; I brushed the tears off her face. She looked at me, gave me a sweet yet fragile smile. She giggled, softly, impulsively, as if laughing at her fate.
I didn’t know what to say; maybe I was dumb. I didn’t know how to make her happy. I so much wanted to give her all the happiness, but she was bound by her own self; her own believes. She was crumbling inside. Her soul was dying; yet I couldn’t do anything to comfort her.
The space between us was shrinking. Somehow the darkness kept on creeping; surrounding us totally. It seemed as if we were the only two souls alive around. The music had all of sudden stopped. All I could hear was her heart beats. I reached up and stroked her silk-brown hair. She took my hand in hers, affectionately, and closed her eyes feeling my hand as if trying to capture the whole moment in her mind; bringing back the memories of the past. The candle kept on burning, hours passed by in seconds; she kissed my hand before finally letting it go.
She swept her tears again, suddenly standing up; realizing she had to go back home to her husband and child; her boring life awaited her. She left and I stood up with weak, shaky legs; took a deep sigh, and headed back home to my wife who was probably knitting a sweater for our unborn child.
We left, without saying a good-bye; we both knew this wasn’t our last meeting.
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