William Cheng
Very Short Story
The wind from the ocean water blew my hair back as the ferry moves silently across. My arms were wrapped around her like a thick sweater, almost wanting to protect her from the cold. Her eyes looked into mine. Her big brown eyes, full of pain and suffering - something that should not be inflicted on someone her age, gave off melancholy feelings. Those feelings seeped down deep into my heart sending quivers down my arm. My body was set in stone; it was unable to move, or not wanting to move. I leaned forward, our foreheads touched. From that moment I knew I wanted to help her. I wanted to cure her of her pain, mend the countless scars in her heart. Her silky hair blew into my face, yet I didn't blink but kept looking at her. A faint smell of Love Spell still lingered on her. I leaned down to her lips, where lip gloss lined the edges. I closed my eyes, and move forward until she put her hand on my shoulder. She said quietly two words. I thought I was strong. I thought I was able to withstand anything, until today when two small words, completely shattered my heart. "I can't" My vase of a heart dropped from the sky and broke into tiny molecules as it hit the hardwood floor. I smiled… a fake smile, a smile to cover up the pain that was enveloping me, swallowing me whole. A mere façade and nothing more. The horn blared. She stood up. Everything was so hazy, just a blur. She waved. She smiled. I looked at her back, moving further and further away, finally disappearing into the crowd. Just like my heart, moving further and further into abyss. I sat there trying to find an answer from my heart. My efforts were not fruitless. Although I did not receive an answer, I did get a question. " Why do I still love her?"