This is a story I wrote for a short story competition. Hope you like it. ;)

It was a grey day. The rain came down in torrents. Even if it had ceased by now, he wouldn't have noticed. The usual greens and browns of the park had darkened into blacks and greys. Ebony branches overhanging the old bench dripped colorless drops over the figures. The usually busy park lay desolate and lachrymose. Rain had a way of making places deserted. Above, the sky lay like a dark grey quilt. It was almost as if the sky sympathized, but the emotion was lost on him. He was numb. His clothes were soaked through long ago, and the wind had picked up a bit causing the temperature to drop. Still, he never moved. He sat there motionless … just holding her hand. She had died hours ago. He promised her that he'd never leave her side. He stroked her pallid cheek as her blue eyes stared back at him like the windows of a deserted house. She was gone.

His mind drifted back to another time at the park on a happier day. They walked hand in hand as the setting sun splashed vivid hues across the canvas of the sky. "It's getting kind of late. It'll be dark soon," she cautioned.

"So? Let's just sit here for a while," he said as he motioned to a bench between two beautiful birch trees.

"Alright, but just for a little bit." She sat down next to him, and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. They sat there for hours just content to be together and watch the evening descend. The sun set, leaving only a faint magenta glow on the horizon. The sky darkened further and little stars shone out like millions of diamonds sewn onto black velvet. The moon was a thin smile that illuminated the park with its pale glow. He took a deep breath of the crisp evening air and looked over at her. "Jenny."


He got up and knelt next to her. "Jenny, I'm not going to tell you that from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one. I'm not going to say something cliché; I'm simply going to tell you the truth. I love you. The sun may go on rising and setting without you, but my eyes would refuse to see it. For me, there is no life without you. So, would you please marry me? I want to be with you forever. Forever by your side." His heart hammered to an uneven beat, and he was certain it would stop at any second. He couldn't breathe.

She gasped. "I-- … YES!" She sprang forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and toppling him to the ground.

That night was one of the best nights in his life. They had talked about everything that night from children and honeymoons to the color of the front door of their house. The future looked as bright as a newly minted gold dollar just waiting for them to take hold of it. Little did they know…


She was gone. No pain came with the words now. No despair. No rage. Nothing. He felt nothing. She can't be gone. He looked up at the sky for the first time in a while. His eyes mirrored the sky's hue perfectly, lifelessly. She was dead and so was he. They had been inseparable. They had been destined to be together. They had been one heart beating in two chests. They had been. Now she was gone and she had taken him with her leaving two empty shells.


Officer Peterson pulled his coat collar closed and rubbed his hand together in a vain attempt to stay warm as he was making his rounds. The icy rain and biting wind had driven the people inside their nice little houses, exactly where he wished to be right now. Oh, how he longed to be sitting in his kitchen with a nice warm cup of coffee. At least there was no one around to keep in line. As he rounded the corner, he noticed that he had been wrong. There on one of the benches sat a couple completely drenched from the precipitation. He watched them as he surveyed the rest of the park just to make sure they weren't going to cause any trouble, but they never moved. As he got closer, he began to worry. They didn't even appear to be breathing. He walked up to the bench and tapped the man on the shoulder. The man didn't move. "Um, excuse me sir. Sir? Are you ok?" He shook the man's shoulder. He didn't even blink. "Sir!" He shook him more intensely. Finally the man turned and looked at him with sightless eyes. The girl was dead. "Ok… Sir, why don't we take her to the Smith's Funeral Home down the street?"


"Sir, she's dead. Why don't we get a nice place for her?"

"Don't touch her," the man growled and wrapped his arms tightly around her cold stiff frame.


"Don't touch her!" the man yelled and ran at the policeman flailing his fists wildly. The police officer fled and hid behind a large tree. He picked up his radio and called for backup and the medics. He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights approach.

The man returned to the bench and pulled the girl into his lap and rocked back and forth. "Don't worry, I'll never leave you baby. Never."

"They're going to take me away," she said.

"No, no they're not. Don't worry. I won't let them. I'll always be right here by your side." He buried his face in her hair.

"Sir, please, relax and let's take her to the funeral home. We won't touch her, just come with us. Alright?"

'She isn't dead. She can't be,' he thought.

"Stay here. Don't leave me!" she pleaded.

He slowly lifted his head and glared at the men coming toward them, then he looked lovingly down at her. "I'll never leave you. I won't let them take you away."

"Sir, I hate to say it, but she is dead. You need to let her go."

"No she's not!" He ran at the man knocking him to the ground, throwing punches at his face. The small man struggled and yelled something, but he wasn't strong enough to do anything to stop him. The man felt something prick him, so he looked down to see a moth perched on his arm, its teeth in his flesh. He swatted it away, but a strange tingling numbness crept up his arm. More men rushed at him. As he turned to run, he saw some of the men approaching the bench. "Jenny! No!" He ran a few halting steps, but the tranquilizer was taking effect. His limbs grew heavy, and he stumbled. The medics and policemen grabbed hold of him. Black dots crowded the edge of his vision. The last thing he saw was the men carefully placing Jenny in a body bag and lifting her into the back of the ambulance. She was gone.

True love, blessing or curse? While it lasts, it is ecstasy; but when it leaves, as it invariably eventually does, emptiness descends like a cloak of eternal night sending one to the brink of insanity… or over. Would life be better without it? Is it really worth it in the end?

Yes, it's slightly depressing. PLEASE review and let me know what you think! Please?!