drofdar

This is a finished short story...just longer than 300 words is all....it is also two parts due to limited character space.
ENJOY!!!

A Secret's Price
by Edward D. Radford

She continued to cry as she held his limp, unconscious body in her frail arms, covered in his blood. The words, 'I love you,' still echoed through her traumatized brain. Those words were the last thing he said to her before the blood loss took its toll on him. How many years had he loved her? Yet more importantly, how many years had she loved him; yet never told him, and why hadn't she told him. She felt really foolish, and wished she had declared her love. She had had so many chances to reveal her feelings to him.

That first time, three years ago, when they were both at the beach, just becoming acquainted. She knew she loved him, right when she laid eyes upon him. He was slender, yet muscular, had a wonderful smile, and eyes that took away all the dark feelings that shrouded her. This strange, yet wonderful man took her into a paradise she had never known. She had been in relationships before, but this was different. He wasn't greedy, arrogant, perverted, or lusty, like the other guys. HE was much more sentimental to his feelings, and treated her like a genuine woman. She had talked with him for a while, and then eaten some s'mores. He had chuckled lightly, though not tauntingly, when she had accomplished in getting marshmallow goo stuck on her face. As she moved to wipe it off with her hand, he had offered her a napkin he had with him. 'So polite,' she had thought to herself.

A couple hours later, the fireworks went off. They burst into so many dazzling and enchanting colors.:white, red, blue, yellow, green, pink, purple, and all others. There was also a flag shaped one, and a heart shaped one, and even constellation shaped ones. They were so amazing. She had gasped in delight when she witnessed them color the sky. She quietly glanced over at him, and saw that he too, was awed by the majestic display. She edged closer to him, and he accepted her into her arms; just holding her there, not wanting anything but to share the joy that flooded through both of them as they watched the sky. She was tempted beyond everything to just kiss him, but she couldn't bring herself up to it. So she just stayed in his arms and they sat there and shared that wondrous moment together. Afterward he drove her home, and as she thanked him, she felt the urge to kiss him again, but still couldn't bring herself up to it. So she had waved goodbye, and he left, the moment lost.

As she came back from her memories, she could hear sirens in the distance. She clenched her heart's keeper harder, spilling out even more tears. "I won't let you go," she wailed as she felt his faint pulse beat through her fingers. "You can't die!" she pleaded, "I won't let you!"

As she burst into another round of tears, she remembered the time that they had been on a picnic six months ago, and it had started to rain really hard. Their other friends all packed up and went home, but when she had tried to do the same he had stopped her. 'Wait!' he had called, and as she turned towards him, he just sat there, smiling, letting the the starting drops splash on him. She had walked over to him, wondering why he was just staying in the rain. He responded to her unspoken thoughts by putting a finger to his lips and whispering 'Listen.' She hadn't understood at first, but as she sat and let the rain pour down on her, she realized it wasn't the rain she was supposed to to listen to, but the peace that surrounded all of it. The peace enveloped her and she became one with it, the peace encompassing everything: the trees, the grass, him, her, the sky, and all the little individual raindrops. She became one with every living thing; her heart beating to life's heartbeat, her body in sync with the earth. The wind rustled through her hair, but she had hardly noticed. She was the wind; she was blowing through everything, rustling her hair. She felt a closeness to him that she had never felt before. She felt his life force beating within her heart. His thoughts became hers, her thoughts became his. They were one. As the rain stopped, she opened her eyes slowly and let a slant of sunshine hit her face. She smiled radiantly and looked at him. 'See, wasn't that worth getting all wet for?' he asked her knowingly. 'Yes,' she had answered without any doubt, for that had been the most miraculous experience she had ever been through. He simply smiled at her, and stood up to leave. As he walked away, she had called out to him 'Wait!' he turned around slowly, still smiling. She had meant to say that she loved him, but his smile overtook her and she looked down in embarrassment. 'Thank you for that experience,' she finally stuttered. He shrugged politely and walked away.

Continues......... A Secret's Price Part 2

drofdar

This story is based off my innerself...what i believe a guy should be like and what i try my best to be like....many events in this story have been true...tho a lil exaggarated...i have been with many girls at romantic times but never did anything to show my interest....i have been stabbed by a knife, protecting a girl...but it wasn't as harmful as the story, just a scratch basically on my arm. The romantic places..the rain thing i have done...the other two i wish....and all the deep felt love and selfsacrifice is what i believe in...This story also has a message...if you never proclaim your true feelings...you will never ever receive what you want...it is always best to admit what you feel...i hope you all enjoy reading this!!! ^v^

MsJacquiiC

Hey ED - beautiful piece of writing..... On to part 2

Jacquii.

PaintedDiary

Dear Ed,

I told you that you write like an old soul. That is a compliment. This is one of the most beautiful stories that I have ever read. It was capturing from the opening. I was completely drawn to this piece from beginning to end. The exaggeration that you say you scribed, blended perfectly within the recipe. You have mastered the craft of story telling is what I told you. One of the greatest gifts in my opinion that an author owns and can give to an audience is the chance to "feel" like you are apart of the story. You did that in such a lovely manner. The story was brilliantly executed and you left your audience "craving" more. A story should be "cravable". I LOVED IT!!!!!!! Please do think of publishing one day. Yes, you audience is waiting...and I will be at your first book signing. Thank you for sharing this Ed!! Brilliant..my dear...brilliant!!

Kimberly