I was going through some of my old stuff and I found a collection of my old English papers and stories. Seriously look at this. It is a passage from a short story I worote in high school.
The story was entitled Cruel winters kiss The charater that I am potarying is a man of deep emotional destress. And cause some concern on the behalf of my teacher.
This is the end of the story it is where it get really really deep.
I sat there in my chair, thinking. Just thinking about what she had said. She said that she did not want to see me ever again. It was a mistake I had told her, a dumb mistake. I should have never went there in the first place. She would not listen to what I said. She slapd me in the face, and yelled, "You are a dirty liar!"
"Am I?" I said looing her stright in the eyes. Not blinking just watching her face when she relised the truth. A truth she could not handel.
"I never want to see you again," she sobbed. "do not try to contact me in any way." Those were her last word before she ran off out of the door.
Why did I not stop her? Why did I let her go? I can not say. For this eludes me evermore. It probally was because of my love for her and as I was told when I was young, "if you love something you must let it go." I loved her dear, Oh how I loved her. Now she is gone, Gone forever into the world beyond. The only way for me to see her again is for me to die. But I... I can not muster my self to do it. How could one so weak love so dear?
Getting up I walk over to the window, and yell out into the hevans. "God, take me away from this place," I cry. "Take me away so I may see my beloved once more."
I wait and yet nothing comes to take my soul to my beloved. I close my window the cold winters air, chilling me down to my bones. I am a man, desprate to once again see my beloved June, to see her simle, to hear her laugh, to feal her soft touch apon my body once more.
Days pass and no sign of anything. I am lonely, I need to be around people. I tell my self, I need to get out of this old empty house. Bundeled up in coat and hat I head out the door into the cold down to the tavren where I may once again be around those who love me.
As I head to the tavren so close yet so far an angel appears to me and says, "God has heard your cries. Do not be afriad I am here to take you to your beloved." I shed a tear of joy then, Sharp pains run through my heart. Is God taking me away to a better place? Am I about to see my beloved once more? That is all I can think of. My last words the people around me shall hear. "June my love, I am comming home." Then nothing and all goes black.
The angels sing out as down from the hevans decends a bright light to take my soul away. The Crule winter kiss has delevred me from Hell. Now i am able to spend eternity with my beloved one more.