50 word stories
He Loves Me
Not
“He loves me” I pause.
I watched every individual petal that delicately fluttered to the ground. Each time one landed, my heart skipped a beat because I was scared of losing him. I looked at the last petal before I pulled it away from the sepal, “He loves me not.”
I watched every individual petal that delicately fluttered to the ground. Each time one landed, my heart skipped a beat because I was scared of losing him. I looked at the last petal before I pulled it away from the sepal, “He loves me not.”
Days Later
I can still feel his warmth; the radiance of his smile when
we met, 426 days ago. My love for him was uncontrollable. Now, I feel the same emptiness
I did 427 days ago, when the bus slowly pulled him away from me for the last
time, 348 days later.
Sunburn
His smile is the one thing that gets me through the day. I
love the way his lips curve at both corners. The way his one dimple crinkles as
his face lifts upwards. The warm glow his happiness gives. His smile is a ray
of sunshine, and I am sunburnt.
My
Everything
I looked at him as a friend, until I realised I loved him.
His smile, his laugh, his eyes, his everything, I loved everything about him.
But he didn’t feel the same way. So he got up and left and never turned back
around. Every atom of me missed him.
When You’re
Gone
Every time I visit her my knees get weak. She always brings
out the better side of me, one I never knew existed. It feels like such a
blessing just to be in her presence. However, each time I leave the cemetery,
heavy-hearted and lonely; I wish we’d never met.
