A heartbreaking love story (18 ratings)
by Kaye Q.
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I walk endlessly down the shore, the sea mocking my
I hear the waves whispering its verdict that I am wrong, further crushing the
guilt embedded in my soul. I cannot cry no more for the sorrow I feel is too
profound, too deep. I look up and see the scattered clouds partially dim the
littered stars, tormenting the knowledge that I could never have again the love
that I had and lost. I see the crescent moon staring down at me with pity,
reminding of the warm and gentle smile on the face I know I could not find in
anyone anymore. I turn my face away from that harsh reality, only to be greeted
by a cold breeze that seemed like a blow to my already bruised self. Shivering,
I pull my jacket tighter around me, forming a barricade that would keep me from
the numbing agony creeping through my entire being. In the battle between the
conscience and the heart, I fear that it was I who gave the victory over to
conscience. And now I must bear the guilt brought by my actions. I have come to
accept that destiny for I know that it is what I deserve for hurting the one
being that matters to me most.
Hollow. Yes, this is what I am and what I will be for the rest
of my life. For I am void of the love that was in the palm of my hands and now
gone, because I let it slip from my fingers.
I continue my pace and with every step, I feel the sand sink
beneath my feet, filling the spaces between my toes. I know I leave my
footprints behind, only to be washed away by the sea. I shall never look back .
I hear footsteps muffled by the shingles, slowly coming
me. Stop. Even though I could not see him, I know he is there. His very
emits an aura that reaches me and touches the fathomless cave within me,
igniting warmth throughout this body. My steps faltered to a stop. I slowly
raise my eyes to focus on the figure standing a few yards away from me. My
breath caught, I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but it felt like it was
paralyzed. My pulse quickened its pace against my will. The sandals dangling
from my fingers slowly slipped their way down to land beside my feet.
His white shirt is a stark contrast against the black velvety
sky and once more, his beauty astonishes me. And just looking at him only added
to the throbbing pain inside me, the agony of losing the exquisite creature
was once mine.
My eyes cannot meet his face for I already know what I will
find there-hatred, scorn, and disgust. And I am filled with shame. I stand
there, my gaze riveted to the ground, not daring to look up for if I do, if I
see into his eyes, it would shatter me to pieces. And then it all comes back to
me. I can still remember that night, in this beach. This beach that was witness
to our first kiss, that heeded to our whispers of love as we declared souls to
each other. It was a night filled with promises of a lifetime together. Our
promise that was sealed with the kiss of life and the cry of the ocean.Next Page
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