Short Stories : The Great Love

Short Stories : The Great Love

Nothing was heard in the dark forest. Nothing but a few steps and a grind; dragging a sack across the ground.

Darling, the man thought fondly. He remembered her very well: how she had laughed, the glow in her eyes. Your beautiful voice. It was still ringing in his ears now. With sadness he thought back to his beautiful, funny and charming darling.

And then, next, he remembered her boyfriend. Cold jealousy seized him. That bastard, he couldn't offer her anything! He gritted his teeth in anger now, thinking of how happy she had looked near him. How they met in a café. How they had dined together in a restaurant. And how they had slept together in one bed with their large windows in their apartment. They thought they were alone, but he had seen them. It had made him furious to see her like this with another guy in her arm while she ignored the man.

He dragged the sack gruffly behind him. His heavy shoes smacked away from the damp earth with every step.

Then, tonight, he'd seen his darling in the bar. She was lonely and alone at the counter and had ordered a beer. She had looked at her cell phone for several hours, sighed, and waited on. And he had seen everything. She had ordered five beers and two tequila before checking her cell phone again. This time she was beaming with happiness. The man thought that she had finally seen him. He was up, wanting to hug her, his darling. He finally wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, how important she was in his life. He was barely two meters away from her when he reappeared. He who went to her and apologized for being late. Go on, get mad, the man thought, he kept you waiting. But his darling had never listened to him. She had just smiled at her boyfriend and kissed him. Had assured him that it wasn't bad at all. The man had stopped as if in thunder. He couldn't believe it: in one moment he was so close to building a future with her, and then the next moment, puff, everything was blown away.

"Damn bitch," he growled with his teeth clenched with rage and jerked the sack that had just got tangled in a branch on the floor. "We still had so many plans. We wanted to have children, a dog, and what are you doing? You kiss this bastard! "

Of course, the man had gone to his goddamn darling. Had gathered all his courage and confessed his love to her with hope. And what was she doing? Instead of falling into his arms and admitting that she felt the same, she'd gotten angry.

"Get out of here, you stalker. Leave me alone!"

Those were the only words she had said to him just before she slammed the door in his face.

That could not be true! You denied him! He had pounded on the door, shouting that he loved her, and that he knew perfectly well that she felt the same for him. His pounding and calls were echoed loudly in the stairwell. He called and knocked for a while, but the door didn't open and he didn't hear his darling either.

Furious, he had gone home. How could that be? How could she deny him that way when he knew she loved him too? Then why did she say he should leave her alone? And then it fell from his eyes like scales: it was her boyfriend. Her boyfriend had brainwashed her so much that she no longer knew where was up and down. And then he knew what to do.

He had gone home and got the ax out of his tool shed. He had looked at her fondly, thinking that soon she would make sure that his darling could never contradict him.

Later he didn't even remember driving to his favorite's apartment. He only remembered how she had unsuspectingly opened the door. The fear in her eyes when she saw the ax in his hand. She had tried to slam the door, but he was faster. He pushed the door open and it fell backwards onto the floor. She tried to rob away just before the man closed the door behind him and took the first blow a little later. God, how much he loved that her eyes wide with fear stared at him, him and only him! Finally she gave him the attention he deserved!

She got up and ran backwards into the quiet apartment.

"Please ..." she whispered in a trembling voice as she pushed against the wall behind her. "Please, I don't want to die!"

The man had grinned at her gently. "Don't worry," he had answered in a soft voice, "it won't hurt." And with a single blow he had severed his head from her neck. And her otherwise so beautiful head had rolled wide-eyed through the living room with the large windows.

"At last you are mine," laughed the man, hitting the body of his favorite with the ax again and again, severing one limb after another.

The man grinned at the memory.

"Well, that's what you got from not wanting to stand by your love," the man whispered to the sack. "Now we are united forever and nobody will find us," he grinned, looking at the shovel in his other hand.

Author : Michelle Adams