Another Story To Be Told

Another story to be told.

Her friends laughed when she said she could die of heartbreak. How would they know how she felt when the pain travelled through her left index finger all the way to her heart? A pleasing pain. A pain she missed at times. It didn’t require much for it to be recreated- just a magical scene in a film or a book. Sometimes, even a song. And the pain would shoot.

‘That would be nice to see. Someone dying like that,’ he told her. She smiled, knowing that he didn’t understand but she didn’t care at the moment.

‘Their love would have to be epic!’ he declared.

She simply nodded in agreement.

Funny, she thought. Because she just might find out.

The one who had to have control over everything acted on an impulse, just once. She closed her eyes and reached for him. For a second she didn’t know how he’d react… he held her back.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said.

She said she understood. Of course she did. Theoretically, it all made sense. But that wouldn’t control the pain that shot. He smiled and walked away.

That would be nice to see. Someone dying like that.
Their love would have to be epic!
But how could she tell him the story needn’t be? It didn’t need much- just a magical moment.

Perhaps this would be another story to be told.