“I will always be with you” , It was a promise they had both made. She skimmed through the pages of her diary , trying to read through her flood of thoughts, finding it hard to imagine, she missed the signs in plain sight. Tears fell on the pink pages, turning them a shade darker yet the ink stayed. Her frail body swayed with each sob yet she kept looking at the cellphone screen, expecting any text or call from him. She expected his scent to fill the doorway any moment, but he did not come or call.
“I will always be with you” , It was a promise they had both made and yet she had strayed. She did not deserve being forgiven, yet she hoped he would understand. Just once, she cried, just once.
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In those moments we feel how deep the fire of love and regret burned, so deep that all that seems to be left of us is ashes. A very moving piece.
I guess she forgot the promise! Doesn’t sound like he’ll be calling any time soon!
You’ve conveyed so many emotions in this write…a complete story in a few lines.
Well told!
aww, I thought it was ‘he’ who had left her sad, but turns out she did it to herself. so it goes…nice share!
but why CRY…
the damage is done , now use crying over spilt milk now .. why people do it …
She sounds remorseful so it is a pity he can’t forgive her. Mind you tears do help to wash away the past. Strangely ‘Promise’ is also the prompt at http://www.josie2shoes.com/ where I have just posted a piece, why not post there too?
A sad but oft-repeated story in this world: Straying from a loving relationship often brings bitter consequences. π
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promise and committment should always go hand in hand, I think. Then we’d be more careful about the promises we make.
I’m delighted to have you join us at Two Shoes Tuesday! This was a poignant tale of the bitter consequences of promises broken. At first I am feeling sorry for her, then not so much. Excellent write!
π Nicely written story about things coming out wrong.
Been there, done that, Lady N. I was the fellow whose wife had strayed. I could have forgiven her but she never came back. It very sad for almost a year. Most is a story that I will never tell.
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