Hello, Humans! Here is another Elizabeth/Henry story from me. I had wanted to put it in another show's category but figured that this would work out better. It's on the angsty side of things with no happy ending this time around. Hope you enjoy and remember: reviews are good, flames are bad!
Note: This story is also published on my blog, The Writing Desk of Tiffany C. Lockhart. That is all.
A young woman with light blond hair sat on a queen-sized bed, wondering what went wrong. She had been so happy, having found the one she loves. Tears have long been shed; her eyes were red and puffy. What did I do to make him not love me anymore? Am I not worthy of his heart?
She tried taking up cooking, thinking that he will reignite the love he once had for her. After all, the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. The young woman thought as she flipped through the pages of a cookbook she bought from the bookstore near her house. She cooked dish after dish, beads of sweat forming on her brow, determined to perfect the skill.
Her friends and family wanted to step in, to get her to stop pining over someone who will never love her again, but she was stubborn. Instead of listening to reason, she lashed out at them, saying that they don't know him and that he will come back to her one day. He has to. She kept saying to herself. He has to.
Days turned to weeks, and she was still alone. She had called him a few days ago, asking if he wanted to come over for dinner. He coldly told her that they are not in a relationship anymore, that it's time for her to move on. He then ended the call, severing their connection like a knife through the heart.
She stared at the phone in her hand, waves of sadness washed over her. Then sadness turned into anger, and she threw the phone as hard as she could at a nearby wall, smashing the screen. She then threw herself on the bed, tears streaming down her face as she cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up around half past nine and trudged to the kitchen. She saw all the food that she had made on the dining table, with specs of green and black mold on each and every one. After dumping the food in the trash and putting the dishes into the dishwasher, she began to think that maybe she should give up trying to salvage the relationship. If he truly loved me, he would've come back to me. She thought sadly as she slumped down onto the kitchen floor, her head resting on her knees.
I should have listened to reason. Why did I have to be stubborn? She thought again as her mind filled with regret. He's never going to come back to me. Why did I think that he would? The young woman lamented. I wish that someone could just slap me. She mused as she picked up the pieces of her broken heart. Slap me until I wake.
The End.