Short Story — Fiction — Flash Fiction
A Melancholy Farewell
Flash Fiction Romance Angst
He held her face with both hands, tears stinging his eyes.
— ‘You know I’m right,’ she whispered. ‘We can’t be together.’
— ‘I know,’ he breathed.
— She placed her hands on his and gently removed them from her face. She interlaced her fingers with his and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers for one final searing kiss. She opened her mouth to let him in and deepened the kiss. They squeezed their clasped hands tightly as their lips lingered on each other, neither of them daring to end the kiss.
— Finally, they pulled apart and let go of each other’s hands. He leaned in towards her again before stopping himself, and he pulled back reluctantly. They stared at each other with sorrow, a mere inch apart.
— ‘I’ll always cherish what we shared,’ she whispered. Then slowly, she backed away.
— He reached a hand out to her reflexively, and she took it. He pulled her to him and held her tightly in his arms. Her lips grazed his and she kissed him tenderly before turning to leave.
— He stared after her, watching her go, before he too turned and left the scene.
