Happy Ever After
This original story is by James Dashner. Not mine. It is not my story. I am only using Thomas and Brenda.
This story might be a little disturbing. If you do not want to read this, then you may quit the page. Recommended 12+.
I am writing this story to improve my emotions in writing.
I perch myself onto the edge of the cliff next to Thomas.
We sit a few minutes in silence staring at the sunset, my mind churning. 'Maybe Thomas didn't love Teresa but Teresa loved him and died for him. Probably after the betrayal scenario, maybe he didn't forgive her. Because of all the hitting and whacking. So he then loved me instead probably.' I am then interrupted.
"It's beautiful," he says.
"These remind me of the sunsets back in WICKED except they were a little brighter," I say.
He grabs my hand. A rush of warmth rushes through me. I give him a kiss on the cheek. He then pulls me close to him and gives me a kiss on the lips. His lips are surprisingly soft against mine. My heart warms up, my heart beating faster. What seems like the longest kiss, he finally pulls away and pulls me close to him again just as the last ray of sunlight vanishes.
This is a short story but how can I improve emotions? If you have any suggestions, please write them in the reviews. Thank you.
