The Glass Statue

There they were. A girl lying unconscious in the arms of a man. His tears falling
on her, her glass figure shining with his tears by the light coming from the
flames around him. All he could do was stare. Stare at her shining face. He
could not feel anything. His body was numb. All he could feel was emotions.
Pain. Anger. Resentment. Disbelief. Sadness. Numbness. And the feeling of a
heartbreak. Having the love of his life be dead in his arms. Turned into glass,
her skin, shining with the roaring flames. His heart had never felt so dead. He
wished that he could turn back time and take his life for her, not for her to die
for him. The beautiful and loving memories kept flashing in his head, moments
of when they cuddled, kissed, played around, and loved and cared for each
other. He wanted to feel her kiss again. for the last time, he wanted to feel her
warm and safe presence. He wanted her sweet voice echoing in his ears again.
he wanted to see her bright eyes, shining and staring at him, with love and
happiness. he wanted her. He needed her. His mind and soul were not ready to
believe that she was gone. He gently kissed her cold lips and caressed her body
in his arms, ever so gently. He felt as if she was a beautiful and magical glass
statue. So fragile and thin, that if there was even a little force was put on her
body, she would shatter. Shatter into a million pieces. And it was all because of
him. If he had acted fast enough, he could have protected her. But he didn’t.
and, now it was too late. He could not take it. he knew that she would want
him to live for her. But he couldn’t. it was too much for him. He took out his
knife and said his last words of love of her body “My love, I am sorry I could
not protect you. I know you would want me to live for you but I can’t, I just
can’t. I can’t live without you. I need you. And I am sorry for being so cold to
you. When I saw you, you were the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I
had fallen head over heels from your beauty and kind personality. But because
of how I was raised, I could not show my feelings to you. I may have said that I
hated cuddling and I did not like kisses but it was lies. I was scared. Scared to
be hurt again. I loved to have you in my arms and feel your warmth. I love your
gentle, passionate kisses you gave me. I always skipped having dinner with you
because I was nervous and too shy to have dinner with you. When you would
fall asleep, I would go downstairs and eat the food you made. You were the
only person who was able to tolerate my cold behavior and melt down the
walls I built around my heart. You were the first person I let inside my heart. I
was always cold to you, yet you loved me and cared for me. I will never forget
your kindness and I will never forget the love you gave me. My love, you are
my world. My whole life revolves around you. And in your next life, no matter
what. I will be there for you and I will love you like no will be able to.
Saranghae, nae Sarang ( I love U, my Love)” He then Stabbed himself in the
heart. Blooded flowed out of the wound and soaked his clothing, the floor
beneath him and her body. He connected his lips with hers as he felt himself
lose consciousness. And then everything went black. And then suddenly, there
was bright light surrounding him. He saw the love of his life in front of him, in a
beautiful white dress and beautiful glass wings on her back, glistening from the
light illuminating around them. She took his hands in hers. He felt the warmth
and comfort surround him as he fell into her touch. She hugged him tight and
said “Nado Saranghae, nae Sarang” ( I love you too, my love). He smiled
hearing her soft and sweet, honey voice echo in his ears. Then the both
disappeared into heaven, happy with each other by their side. The end.