This is possibly the shortest short story I've ever written, but this is also the first abstract short story I've ever written. This is just my second post, so critique as harsh as you want! Any advice from making the imagery better to explaining the situation better without making it into a REAL novel or several pages longer is greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading. :3
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The sky was black as night when he was waiting for her. The thunder rolled above him and throughout the town as lightning revealed the gray clouds that hid the stars. He hoped that their meeting would shed a faint light of hope in his darkest hours.
As the rain poured down, he soon realized that she would not be coming. He cursed her name in vain, the storm inside him flooding his eyes. Betrayed, he started to walk out of the shelter of the oak tree that had lines of age carved into the trunk. With the knife, he carved a misshapen heart in the tree. "Forever." He whispered as he finished carving her name inside the heart. No matter what she did to him, it would always end with him loving her, wanting her, longing for her. But this time it was clear she didn't want him.
He had to leave now; they would come looking for him. His head screamed, "Run!" but his heart whispered, "Stay." They had promised to run together, fugitives running from the law and away in love. "It's no use." The knife slowly moved up to his throat. He could not live without her, and he didn't want to watch her marry someone else from behind cold, heartless iron bars. The blade was warm despite the storm. As he pressed it harder against his skin, he only thought of her.
It finally broke the skin. His arm was tense, ready to leave this world, when he heard the sound of footsteps. It didn't register that he could have ended it there, killed himself and it be gone and done. Instincts controlled his limbs and caused a frantic panic in his brain. Rain blinded him and his legs strained as they tried to get a head start against the guards. Someone caught his arm and he thought it was the end of him. He was spun around so that he crashed into his chaser. It wasn't an awful one though. His lips met something soft and he was held. He knew immediately, but he had to make sure. He jerked back and smiled.
She came, and she was smiling back.
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