The curse of crying hearts.

Once upon a time, years ago I wrote a story. It sat unfinished for years because I couldn’t decide how it should end. In one swift moment I suddenly knew, to make it the most that it could be, she would die and he would lose her. Sometimes I wonder if my fingers had found a different path along that keyboard if my life would have turned out differently.

In that strung together mess of words, the boy betrays the girl merely using her for gain. Then in one final battle he can hear her heart crying out to him as the life drains from her body. Despite it all, he was the last thing that her soul continued to cry and long for. As he desperately searched for her, the panic began to fill him as he felt the life slipping with heartbeat cry.

I found myself thinking about these words I wrote. This story I brought to life. How once he found her the only thing he could do was hold her and apologize over and over.

Please don’t let this be how my life will be. Fighting for the boy who wont see until its to late.