The Brightest

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Her death had shattered the delicate hearts of her loved ones. She was the “brightest star upon the gloomiest of nights,” according to him. He cherished her, he adored her, he loved her. The pain that impaled the deepest wounds of his withering soul was unbearable, even for the strongest of people. He so desperately desired to claim his own life. His existence without her was no existence at all.

He could not gather up any source of energy to get to the funeral ceremony; the weights that were thrust upon his shoulders were too heavy laden with remorsefulness. With impulse, he got into his car and began to drive. He arrived at the nearby river and stepped onto the ledge of the abandoned dam. As he was looking down, he contemplated, “Come, on. Jump. This is the only way I will ever be able to see my beloved again.” He tried to muster all of the courage that he could.

Before he could take a step off of the ledge, he heard light. It was a remarkable, yet peculiar sense to him �" to hear light �" but he did. Without equivocating over this odd feeling, he looked where he “heard” the light. There was an illuminating presence that hung upon the sky, and a heavenly voice was audible, “Come with me, you don’t want to go this way. Come with me.”

            “Who is this?” he questioned. Awestricken was carefully painted upon the white canvas of his face.

            “Come with me…” the voice said again, “my beloved.”

            His eyes were gushing immense, flowing rivers of jubilance as he saw her approach him. She floated gracefully down from the heavens and reached out her hand.

            "Join me, my beloved.” 

            Her voice was so heavenly that it severed all of his thinking capabilities. All he could do at the moment was grab onto her hand and join her in the beauty of eternal life.

Author's Note

I need as much constructive criticism as I can get and will be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoyed:)

Reviews

[Raitiz]

My criticism wouldn't be the one you should bring your attention onto, because i'm only starting as a writer my self writing a book that is unpublished and my English isn't all that good, but i liked this composition it was kind of familiar i guess it really is hard to stick out and be original these days, rating by the comments on my work too, still it was quite nice keep on writing and follow the dream . . .