Descriptive + Narrative Writing + Random short stories

A random short story

I still remember. 5 years have passed, but it's still imprinted in my thoughts.

The radiant moon shone across the ocean, the tired waves basking in its glory.

We were sitting together on the soft, silvery sand.

The sea breeze made me shiver, but the more we talked, I could only feel a comforting warmth.

"One day, we will graduate, and we will never really see each other in person again. And you'll replace me with someone else, and we won't be as close anymore."

"I won't!"
"It's going to happen eventually."

"What would have happened if we had been in the same school together? Life would be so different."

"What if I had confessed? Would it make a difference?"

We talked and talked, sharing our woes and laughter.

"Maybe I am just lonely. I get attached to anyone who gives me attention."

"In the end, everyone leaves."

"I guess that's just the way things go."

The sun was about to rise.

I chuckled after a pause.

"You ask yourself so many "what-if" questions, don't you?"

No response.

I looked over at you, you were already asleep.

I smiled, sighing as I stared out into the ocean, slowly drifting into slumber as well.

"Florence."
I get snapped out of my thoughts, slightly smiling at the sight of the nurse.

"Sorry. I was.. Thinking of something."

I look down at my hands, the plastic IV tube attached to it.

The older woman smiled tenderly, handing me something.

A letter. Could it be him, I wondered?

Feather seal stamp. It really was him, and I tenderly tore open the envelope, trying to get the paper out with the least damage done. He knew I loved handwritten letters.

"To my beloved," it said, scrawled across the yellowed paper.

"Life has been good in Harbin. I found a new job and got a decent apartment (with an actual heater, yes, I'm taking care of myself! Are you proud of me?)

The view from my window is just beautiful when it snows. You know I can't stop myself from thinking of you whenever the snow falls. Your laugh, ever so sonorous, echoes in my mind. When we would stay together by the sea at night, without a care in the world. Anyway, I hope life has been treating you well too. You're recovering, aren't you? If you're still in pain, just hang on a little while, alright? Soon you'll be in my arms again, and you'll feel nothing but warmth.

I miss you so, so much. I can't think of anything else, and I just want to feel your tender fingers run through my hair again. I want to feel your embrace, I want to get lost in those gorgeous blue eyes of yours. I love you so, so much, and I can't wait to see you again.

Love,

Elijah."

My eyes started to water.

How could I ever tell him that I had only a week left to live?

"Can I have some paper and a pen? I wish to write back."

I asked the nurse with a sad smile, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Of course, dear."

She returns a while later with the pen and papers.

"If you need me, you know which button to press, okay?"

She gives me the sweetest and most affectionate smile, and walks out the room, closing the door behind her gently.

I clicked the pen and started writing.

"My dearest, Elijah.

I've been well. The doctors say I'm recovering steadily. Maybe I'll have the chance to catch a plane to Harbin and meet you!"

I took a deep breath after writing that sentence.

I was clearly lying.

But he has a bright future ahead of him. He's extremely busy and I won't let him worry about me.

I continue writing.

"I miss you tons as well. And, I'm glad you're taking care of yourself, of course I'm proud of you:)

Wait for me, alright? I'll hug you tightly and make you ramen late at night, just how you like it. We'll sit by the sea like back when we were younger.

We'll talk about stupid things and be immature again. We'll let our worries go – at least for one night.

The more I think of all of this, the more I miss you.

I know you're really busy so I'll let you continue your tasks. Please don't overwork yourself, okay? Remember to eat and try to sleep early. I love you.

Always and forever,

Florence."