Sometimes Love Just... Dies
Hello, hivers…
Sometime ago I was reading Stephen King’s book “On writing” and there was a chapter where he asked the readers to write something, and I wrote a story like this one. I wanted to share it with you but while I was reading it something different came to my mind and I needed to write it . I hope you enjoy this 1st part!
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One day, in the sunny California there was a man named Dick making one of people’sbiggest mistakes, marrying. The bride was a tall brunette woman named Jane. She was witty and pulsing with sexual magnetism, while he was kind, sweet, and very deep down, brave. Though he wasn’t the smartest person he realized, on those 5 months he had been dating Jane, that she was one of those people who always try to have what they want, no matter what! That worried him a little, but not enough to notmarry her.
“I do” he said, making official the fact that they were going to be together until death did them apart.
After the wedding, everything was near perfect, flawless as every beginning. It seemed that Jane was determined to make their marriage work. Now she allowed him to go out without her, talk to other women, and even choose dinner! That was a radical change indeed. He knew he wasn’t going to regret it.
“Always follow your heart” was the advice he followed, and a month later he realized how wrong that advice was; maybe the other side of it (but don’t forget to think about it twice) got lost in translation. Jane became the most hateful person Dick ever met.She even got to hit him, but for some reason he was still loving her, so he decided to obey everything she said so they could drive their marriage in peace, at least after he could put together enough money to pay a lawyer to divorce.
One day Dick woke up and found Jane’s side of the bed empty. “Where did she go?” He thought, worried, the white sheets weren’t the same without her there.“Did she decide to run away,maybe run away with other man? No, no, she couldn’t, she would’ve had to kill me first, or—” Then he heard door slam and ran toward the living room where she was taking off the brown, fur coat with a dreamy attitude.
“Where were you?” when she realized Dick was there, her dreamy mood transformed into tiredness while she turned around to see him. “You scared me, and--”
“I don’t care!” she raged. “And where I go or the things I do are none of your business!”
“….But--”
“I was at the doctor, I’m pregnant,” she said and left the livingroom before Dick could process her last words. “I’m gonna have a baby? I’m gonna have a baby!” then he ran to their room to hug Jane but “shhhhhhhhhhhh, I’m trying to sleep, get out!” she snapped. “Maybe all of this is because of the pregnancy,” he thought. “Everything will come back to normal when she gives birth… yeah” and after that reflection he went out of the room.
The following months Jane didn’t even let him stare at her, she got angry just at listening to his breathing, so he decided to go to his mother’s home so she could have some more space to herself. Though he tried to convince himself that Jane’s behavior was normal, somethingdidn’t quite fit in, so he asked his mom about it.
“Well, Dicky, I don’t think this is about the pregnancy, she might have anger issues sometimes, but this has gone too far. I mean, you’re in my house… there must be something else, and if you allow me to express openly, I…” She sighed “I don’t think she’s still in love with you, I mean… she should be happy, right?... I don’t mean to hurt you, hon’ but… sometimes love just… dies”
Dick felt his breath growing heavier and heavier, he wanted to strangle his mom, but… Why? He loved her, he had to calm down; NO! He loved Jane even more, he couldn’t let her go! That old fag just wanted to tear them apart, and she had to pay for her lies, she—
“HONEY! You’re not talking…. You’re turning red, my love, are you ok?” She was worried, she could feel her son’s anger and even predict the danger it would cause “I-I didn’t mean to say that--”
“Oh, mom… you were really clear…” The knives beside her were shining with the light of the waningmoon.They looked really flashy.That shiny silver was an unique color you couldn’t see anywhere but in knifes, and the black handle made it look elegant, like a suit you want to wear, or give to a friend, with a red blood tie… yeah, the red would really highlight the silver “sometimes love just dies.”
Jane had to still love him, otherwise… She would be “Love” in the last sentence…
Thanks for reading my story!
Any comments to improve my writing are welcome.
