Always Mine
My first short story. I hope you like it.
An old man looked outside his window, staring at the bright shining stars on the dark blue canvas up high. All these little stars, he thought, are all mine. He joined his hands together to support his chin as he sat on his bed. What happened all these years, he pondered. He sat in silence as a memory came creeping into his mind.
It was a beautiful spring day, filled with pink and white flowers and green leaves whirling in the air with a warm breeze. A man and woman sat on the soft cut grass, eating and talking about their lives. Oh, how they were having an excellent time, nothing to disturb them or interfere in their picnic in any way. Then, a strong gust of wind blew, making the woman cough and cough. Her face turned a deep shade of purple, unable to breathe. Her body limp and fragile. Her eyes was slowly closing, struggling to be kept open. The man hurriedly lifted her up with all his might and ran to his car, his feet pounding the ground as it hit the parking lot. As soon as he reached the car, his hand reached for his phone and dialed 911. He anxiously waited for the ambulance to come, not being able to take another second. As soon as flashing red lights came into sight, the ambulance carried the woman and rushed to the hospital.
Long hours ticked away as the man sat in the waiting room. The doctor finally came out with a dour expression on his face. "I'm afraid," the doctor started, "that your wife has cancer." The man got blank for a second and ran all the way to his wife's room. No,no,no, he thought, not wanting this to be true. NO,NO,NO, he screamed. He went over to his wife's side and punched the bed, letting out his anger and frustration. No, no, this can't be happening! Tears trickled down his cheeks as he wept. No, no, no...
Years passed and the man got worse. All the big drinks of alcohol made him unbearably drunk. All the cigarettes made him cough and wheeze all the time. All the days he cried made him sad and replay the horrible memory over and over again.
However, in the midst of all his troubles, something his wife told him when she was still alive came to him. "All the stars in the sky will always be with you. Just like me."
Now, the man sat on his bed, looking at the dazzling night sky.
"Thank you for always being mine." he whispered softly, and gently closed the window.
It was a beautiful spring day, filled with pink and white flowers and green leaves whirling in the air with a warm breeze. A man and woman sat on the soft cut grass, eating and talking about their lives. Oh, how they were having an excellent time, nothing to disturb them or interfere in their picnic in any way. Then, a strong gust of wind blew, making the woman cough and cough. Her face turned a deep shade of purple, unable to breathe. Her body limp and fragile. Her eyes was slowly closing, struggling to be kept open. The man hurriedly lifted her up with all his might and ran to his car, his feet pounding the ground as it hit the parking lot. As soon as he reached the car, his hand reached for his phone and dialed 911. He anxiously waited for the ambulance to come, not being able to take another second. As soon as flashing red lights came into sight, the ambulance carried the woman and rushed to the hospital.
Long hours ticked away as the man sat in the waiting room. The doctor finally came out with a dour expression on his face. "I'm afraid," the doctor started, "that your wife has cancer." The man got blank for a second and ran all the way to his wife's room. No,no,no, he thought, not wanting this to be true. NO,NO,NO, he screamed. He went over to his wife's side and punched the bed, letting out his anger and frustration. No, no, this can't be happening! Tears trickled down his cheeks as he wept. No, no, no...
Years passed and the man got worse. All the big drinks of alcohol made him unbearably drunk. All the cigarettes made him cough and wheeze all the time. All the days he cried made him sad and replay the horrible memory over and over again.
However, in the midst of all his troubles, something his wife told him when she was still alive came to him. "All the stars in the sky will always be with you. Just like me."
Now, the man sat on his bed, looking at the dazzling night sky.
"Thank you for always being mine." he whispered softly, and gently closed the window.
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