I hear the footsteps in the distance. With a hand on my heart, I anticipate his presence. Falling in love with a man is always a risk when you’re a girl; when you can’t even love yourself. Feeling the gentle tap on my shoulder, I turn around.
“Why have you come here, after all you’ve done?” I whispered. He doesn’t answer. “What else could you possibly say?” I implored, he still remains mute. Moments of silence go by as the tears build in my eyes. I decide to walk away.
While I turn around, he grabs my arm and utters words I know all too well, words that form my favorite quote, words he had said many times before. I knew what it meant, but it felt like a knife in my chest. I never assumed it would be used on me. He looks into my eyes and whispers “I was your thunderstorm, all you can do now is chase the rainbow, your rainbow”.
This was my first attempt on short stories and I would really appreciate some feedback on your thoughts and how to improve it. Thank you!