My Bittersweet Love

The story of a man who lost his wife and then his life.

She was soft, obviously someone that needed to be loved. But somehow she was fierce and fought me word for word in every argument.

There were few that would entertain me, and even fewer that could fight me like her. But she was different, she was the change in my wind. She was my reason for living, so it makes since that she’d also be my reason for dying.

I can’t live without her, my heart won’t let me. Every time I looked at our son’s crying face I saw her watching me, instructing me on how to properly hold him. It pains me to see her in every woman I pass on the street, and every blonde child I walk by. It makes me wonder how our daughter would’ve been, how happy she’d be, if they were alive.

I looked to the waves, feeling a sense of exasperation, like all my stress was being lifted away to leave me tired and depressed.

‘All suicide attempts don’t work.’ My mind whispered to me.

‘But you never know.’ I thought in answer.

I looked to the sky somehow making the clouds look like her smiling face. “Am I doing the right thing?” I asked lowly. “Giving up like this?”

Her face disappeared, leaving my question unanswered. I laughed dryly for a moment as regret and unease fell over me.

‘Am I ready to die?’ I wondered. ‘Am I ready to leave my baby boy behind with no father?’ I stepped towards the cliff slowly.

‘He’s got my father. I’m not a good man for him to look up to. I’ve lost my wife, my job, my house, and my little girl. Now I’m standing on this cliff weak, and unable to grasp my own thoughts. I can’t even kill myself.’

Then a strong wind blew and I fell off. Suddenly it was too late for thoughts or emotions.

The wind was rough against my skin and I heard the familiar sound of his crying. As a conditioned response I reached my arms out to console him, only to meet air.

I mentally chuckled. How could a dead man comfort the living?

Shutting my eyes, I gave the sky a real smile. A true smile. “I’m coming my love, we’ll be together soon.”

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“The body of the man was found for a day, the next it was washed out into the sea too far for anyone to reach. But his family supposed that it didn’t matter. Atleast he died with a smile on his face.” I heaved an inaudible sigh as the story finished, the audience still and unmoving.

‘Was it that bad?’ I wondered. ‘I tried to write something that no one expected of me but…’

Suddenly a single person clapped, and then everyone else joined in till whistles and other noises were bouncing off each of the walls.

I smiled. They’d enjoyed it.

“Wasn’t that fantastic, please me the cast of “My Bittersweet Love”!”

I smiled with my class as we were introduced. Maybe my mom was right, perhaps I did have a future as a writer someday.

I’ll consider the job, and I’ll write this one off as my very first masterpiece!

Author's Note

Wasn't what you were expecting was it?

I tried something different this time, I usually don't write stuff like this but it was an attempt.

Thanks for reading! And I hope that you enjoyed it! ^.^