Rose wrote the last words. When she finished , she tugged them in an envelope. She drawn a rose on it, then left.
Little did she know, but when she slammed the door, he woke up. He didn't notice the letters in the cover. He immediately rushed after her.
Rose was already on the rooftop, one leg out above the car packed street. The vehicles came from left and right. So fast.
Meanwhile on the pavement where nobody was. It was empty.
Just like her.
The door shut open, revealing him.
-Rose what are you doing?- he said taking slow steps closer.
She just smiled. Hands wide beside her. She smiled, painfully. It hurt seeing him.
-I love you,- she whispered just as loud so he can hear it.
She was falling. Deeper and deeper. Almost as deep as her feelings were.
'I still do.. my love'
YOU ARE READING
to my lover
Short Story"I'm scared to go to sleep. You know why? I always dream about us." The story contains suicidal thoughts, mental issues. If you are sensitive for these kind of things, i do not recommend this story for you.
