Now I know that I will not be posting a short story every Sunday, but hey it sounds cool in the title. This is a little something I wrote a little under two years ago. In the spirit of the upcoming holidays (and *cough*the fact that I haven’t been posting much of late *cough*), I thought I’d share it with all of you. Enjoy!
“Here,” he whispered, softly placing the box in her palm.
She looked at him through her teary eyes, “But…”
“Shhh…” he said placing a finger to her lips. “I don’t want to make this any harder.” Gently he wiped her tears and tousled her hair, longing and a hint of regret in his eyes. Finally, he pressed his lips against hers, softly, gently. He looked downwards as he turned away.
She watched him sadly as he walked off. This was the last time she would ever see him. She clenched the box in her hand, crinkling the wrapping paper as waves of emotions flowed over her. Sadness, loneliness, despair, and anger. It wasn’t fair! No, life was never fair, was it? She let the tears flow freely, now that he could no longer see her.
Days later, she would finally find the courage to open the box. The object inside — his final gift to her — she would cherish forever.