The Soul Ravine

A short story on something I wanted to write about.

Hand in hand, we walk through a beautiful time. The sun is shining, there are no clouds to be seen, the flowers greet us, life is smiling upon us. What could possibly go wrong?

I notice some dark clouds far ahead of us. She hasn’t seen them yet, hopefully they will pass by. Whatever, they will never reach us, our love is too strong.

All of a sudden the ground in front of us disappears and there is a huge ravine in front of us. I try to warn her, but it’s too late. She falls into it, unaware of what’s down there.

Dark clouds fill the once clear sky above me. Rain starts falling down from the sky. I look down: I can still see her down there. I call her name. No answer.

I keep calling her name. Still no answer. Where is she? Is she gone? What do I have to do? More and more rain starts to drop from the dark clouds.

I look in front of me: there is a bridge to the other side of the ravine. I can see the sun far ahead of me on the other side.

I’m getting the feeling she isn’t there anymore, but she still is. I can see her. She can’t be gone, she said she loved me. Was it a lie?

I stretch out my hand to her. No answer. She doesn’t want to look up. I hear something break into pieces in my ribcage. A lightning bolt lit up the sky for a split second.

What will I do; move forward on my own, or wait for her to climb out of the ravine?

Author's Note

Hopefully you understand the meaning of it. Do not take it to literally, since you might end up thinking I'm nuts or something like that. If you do not get the meaning of it, feel free to ask.

Reviews

[gentlekindness]

Very good piece about losing love that you thought was something it was not. Coming to terms with the reality is very painful.
Thank you for sharing.
Annie

[Mister T.]

Thank you for your kind words. Indeed, the reality seems to be what most people like to avoid.