[ WP ] The most saddest love story you can ever think of

He walked slowly up the stairs of his house. When he arrived at the second floor, he pulled on a small chain dangling from the ceiling. A ladder slid down with a groan. He climbed up the rickety old ladder up to the dusty attic. A stream of golden light, turned orange by the coating of dust on the window, poured out onto the floor. He walked over to where the light landed and wiped the grime off the top. He lifted off the lid and stared at the ring inside. It was a beautiful ring. It reflected the colors of the autumn sunset. Just like her eyes. He stood up, ring in hand, and proceeded to climb down the ladder, down the stairs, and to his front door. He took a deep breathe. “ It ’ s time, ” He thought to himself. Opening the door, he walked out and immediately felt the breeze of the brisk wind. Orienting himself down the driveway and down the road, he began running. Faster and faster he went, the autumn leaves cascading around him in all their brightness. She had loved dancing around with him; whirling around like the leaves as her dress flew up and her laughter lit up the atmosphere. He cried at the memory of her. He missed her so much. It had been 10 years since he last saw her. Since that fateful day. He sprinted off the road, into the green fields. As he approached the hill he put his final ounce of strength into running up the hill towards the tree at the top. The tree had grown to be almost thirty feet tall since he had first planted it with her. At the top he paused – leaning against the tree in his left hand and clutching the ring tightly in his other. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as he walked ever close to her. He placed the ring down on the coarse stone grave. He had finally done it. Ever since the car crash he couldn ’ t bear to see her. It was all his fault. He had been laughing and singing along to the car radio with her and didn ’ t notice as a car swerved into his path. She had died instantly, giving him no chance to say goodbye. “ I ’ m sorry, ” he whispered as he wept over the grave. Looking up at the tree, he resolved to never forget her again. All the memories that he had attempted to block out over the years came flooding back. The two of them as children hiding up in their homemade tree house, each day a new adventure. Going to movies and making fun of the poor plotlines and small details as teenagers. The first day they expressed their feelings for each other. The day the both left together for college, holding hands as they anticipated their classes. That autumn day when he proposed to her after the local festival as they sat by the river tossing pebbles and floating flowers down the water. When they bought their house, settled in, and sat cuddled up by the fireplace each night. Her beautiful orange hair. And then— he broke off from his memories and let out a final sob. He mustered all his willpower and forced himself to smile. Because of her he had lived his life. Not been alive but actually lived. And he ’ d be damned if he was going to let him waste the rest of his life. She would not want him to be the wreck he ’ d become today. He would live, if not for himself then for her. He leaned his back against the tree and watched as the autumn sun slowly faded beyond the horizon.
