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Romance Sad Fiction

"I love you, and I shall always love you."

She was saying while setting up the plates over the table. Transparent, like glass, plates, adorned with white ornaments - her favourite ones. She placed one napkin beside her plate, and one beside his.

Almost everything was set. The warm and sweet scent of their favourite dish - creamy shrimp risotto with mascarpone - filled the room with a mellow feeling of nostalgia. A sweaty green bottle of wine sat on the table waiting to be poured into the crystal glass she took from the wooden cabinet in the dining room.

I took these out just for you and me. That was our tradition, remember? As a young teenage girl, in her rusty and mouldy apartment in downtown, I was ripped from anything considered 'fancy'. I did not have any high-quality glasses. The first dinner I prepared for you was the most memorable one for me. I bought the cheapest wine I could find in the liquor store two blocks from my apartment. I didn't drink much alcohol, so I didn't have a dignified taste.

You were mortified when I started pouring wine in those two ceramic mugs, red and yellow ones. You were so unprepared for that, that you burst into laughter. I thought that you were mocking me and that I busted our date night. I was so confused and self-conscious because I truly liked you.

She was saying while pouring Tenuta dell’Ornellaia into her crystal glass.

You quickly explained yourself and made sure that I don’t overthink it.

The next thing I know, you bought me these glasses.

I was very defensive about that; I couldn’t accept your gift and I made you return it. I was so naive, I thought you really did it, but soon I realised, on our next date night at my house, that you saved them. You hid them in the counter I used to never open when I would be alone. You got to know me so quickly, you had amazing heed. I tucked all the best glasses, plates and silver wear I had in that counter and I would never open it when I would be alone, only when you would come. So, you hid them there. I had nothing to complain about.

She drank the first sip tilting her head back and reminiscing of all the memories.

I almost forgot! The candle!

She rushed over to the kitchen to get a lighter. Flame, orange and blue, overpowered the thread stuck inside the vanilla-scented wax. It felt warmer.

Those nights, after I met you, were different. Once I met you, my life changed. My apartment was no longer cold. You made it feel more like home, you made it feel warmer, like the candle I just lit. She continued speaking as she was taking her first bite of dinner. Both of us loved the comfort of my apartment that we would rarely leave. That was where we both felt safe, in our little bubble, our safe haven.

Open window; cold breeze tangling my curls. When I would be alone, I would hate on that night air as it was bringing all the smells from the street, but with you, that air was as beautiful and pleasant as our nights.

Aged, and in some places, ripped, brown leather love seat placed in the middle of the empty room was where we would sit all night. You would bring your acoustic guitar you got from your granddad. Before you would play, you would tell me stories your granddad would tell you. The one about the scar spread across the body of your lovely guitar was one of my favourites, and the one when he almost broke it when the fight started in the bar. I would listen to your lovely voice, echoing like a melody in a cramped apartment we shared.

You would never get tired of singing and playing the same song repeatedly. Your fingertips crashing over tiny wires; the melody of my favourite song and your voice like a honey glaze on the lips. “More Than Words” by Extreme; that was my favourite one. That would be the first and the last one that you would play for the night. Then our dinner would be ready.

All we wanted was right there, all we needed was around us, between us and inside of us.

The proposal. I will never forget it. Sunday, seven o’clock. You rang the doorbell. I knew it was you because I only had you. – She stopped and took another sip of cold wine that warmed her body as the breeze was crawling through her curls. I opened the door and there were you, holding the bouquet of colourful roses. “These are for you, my love.” You gently spoke. 

We quickly made our way to the aged love seat and then you began.

“White rose” You took it from the bouquet and handed it to me. “The first day we met you wore the nicest white blouse I’ve ever seen. You shone so brightly between Fantasy rack and Mystery rack. Picking the books, you would take, read, and then return. I could hear you whisper… I wish I could have these at my house… You sighed. You couldn’t afford to buy them, so you had to go to the library. I was so shy that I just watched you as you were walking away with two books nestled close to your chest, both with white covers."

“Red rose” It was the next one you took and gave me. You pinched yourself on the thorn of that rose. “‘Sugar and Love’ coffee shop, near the library where I first saw you, you were there. I was sipping the warm latte in the corner of the coffee shop where I would nestle alone with my thoughts, and then you came and stole my attention. As soon as you came in you sat somewhere in the middle. I was close enough so I could gaze into your lovely face, but distant enough so I wouldn’t feel anxious. Before the coffee, you ordered, came, you had opened your notebook and began scribbling something. I couldn’t take my eyes off of your fingers playing across the blank paper. I was imagining you writing a poem. In my head, I called it ‘Rosalyn’. Soon, your coffee came. Your lips touched the ceramic cup and stained it with red lipstick. My red Rosalyn…”

“Pink rose” I blushed thinking about your gesture and your homely heart. “After some time, I summed up the courage to introduce myself to you. I noticed that you liked to read books in the library from time to time, but in an unconventional way. Instead of sitting on one of the desks and reading, you would lean back over the fantasy rack and read there. I love that about you; that gave me even more strength to come closer to you. I brought a book I saw you taking a few days back. I did it intentionally so I could start a conversation with you. I sat, leaning back over fantasy rack, beside you. May I? I asked. You smiled, and you blushed. Your rosy cheeks warmed me and cleared all my thoughts. You noticed the book I held in my hands and that was when we first started talking.”

“Black rose” I wondered why black, but you soon explained. We had wonderful times spent together, but not everything was lollipops and rainbows. We had moments of doubt and grief. I know it is a quick shift from getting to know you to few months into knowing you, but… I need to show you the moments I remember the most, for good and bad. These moments changed me forever, so here it goes… The moment that broke my heart into shreds was the moment you wore all black. Your lips barely moved, trying to compose those two words. She died. You whispered. You meant your aunt, the woman who raised you. You were still you, but the girl I fell in love with was lost, somewhere deep within your soul. Every time I would look at you, I would see black. You practically never used to wear black before, but back then that was the only colour you knew for a long time. But I needed to be close to you because if I would have left, I would be broken for eternity. But, with you, we would build ourselves up and would be whole again, and that is what we did.”

“Gold rose” I have tried to think of what you meant to say, but the thing you said, was nowhere close to what I could ever imagine. “For this rose, I do not have a story, because that story would yet to be made.“ Then, to my surprise, you pulled a tiny box adorned with gold flowers, from your pocket. I was sitting still, covering my lips with shaking hands. You knelt before me and asked me that magical question. „Will you marry me?“ The gold ring shone from inside the box, tucked inside a small black pillow. I jumped from the love seat I was sitting on and fell into your embrace. Those were the most memorable moments of our love story.

Soon enough she finished the dinner. The candle was still burning. She stood up and got closer to the cabinet where she kept her crystal glasses. On top of that low cabinet sat the white framed photo. She gently placed her fingers over the frame and rose it up, closer to her eyes. That was the photo of their wedding day, which happened three months after their engagement. I loved you then, and I shall always love you. Rest in peace, my love. She blew out the candle. 


February 14, 2021 16:47

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31 comments

Siobhan Mulalley
19:58 Feb 23, 2021

That was a lovely story, with such a sad end, the memories throughout, were well thought out and flowed well, fitting in with the story, without feeling forced.

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Nancy Drayce
09:37 Feb 24, 2021

Thank you for such a lovely feedback! 🤗

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Crying. Not just the romantic story, but also my friend left :( :( :( Sorry to not have any edits.

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Nancy Drayce
22:05 Feb 22, 2021

Oh, I am so sorry! 🥺🥺 Hope you are okay!! 🤗

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I'm okay, yeah. It is a good story :)

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Nancy Drayce
16:20 Feb 24, 2021

Thank you!! 🤗

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Elizabeth Motes
18:40 Feb 19, 2021

This is such a great story!

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Nancy Drayce
18:43 Feb 19, 2021

Thank you!! 💙🌟

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That Asian Creep
13:58 Feb 18, 2021

Hi Nancy! Your story is really well written... great job ⭐️

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Nancy Drayce
16:37 Feb 18, 2021

Thank you!! 💙🌟

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Ana Govindasamy
12:59 Feb 18, 2021

Descriptive and evocative. It was immersive and I loved all of it! Well done!

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Nancy Drayce
13:05 Feb 18, 2021

Thank you!! 💙🌟

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Ana Govindasamy
13:29 Feb 18, 2021

No problem!

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Ana Govindasamy
13:29 Feb 18, 2021

No problem!

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Yvone Mthembu
13:59 Feb 17, 2021

You have got to stop doing this to me, now I am work ,teary-eyed and I am sure the Guards are thinking it has something to do with Valentines Day but they don't know of you.Nancy I know I say this all the time but it doesn't take a thing or make it any less real.You always send me wherever you want me and I go willingly,you have the way with words that no one can resist the spell your words wield.This is it for me

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Nancy Drayce
14:17 Feb 17, 2021

Hahahah aww so cute!! Thank you so much!! 💙🌟

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K. Antonio
00:00 Feb 16, 2021

So emotional and full of meaning. I loved how you attempted this prompt using a different take. The story was well built and the little snippets in italics were a nice touch!

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Nancy Drayce
12:29 Feb 16, 2021

Aw, thank you so much!! 🥰💙

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Daniel Hayes
18:05 Feb 15, 2021

This story was very powerful. I absolutely loved it. The passion, the emotion, the descriptive words, the ending and even the title are perfect in every way. You had me hooked from beginning to end. The ending was a surprise and very sad. I could really visualize the story as I read it and I could feel your passion and emotion shine through with your beautifully written words. Another great story from a very talented writer, and I thought you followed the prompt perfectly. This deserves the win in my opinion. Great Job Nancy :)

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Nancy Drayce
18:16 Feb 15, 2021

Thank you so much!! Your comments always make me happy! I just cannot thank you enough for your super kind words!! 💙💙🙏🏻

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Daniel Hayes
18:30 Feb 15, 2021

Your welcome Nancy, but I should be thanking you for writing such a wonderful story and sharing it with everyone. You have such an ability to showcase your writing with strong emotions. That's something that can't be taught. So, thank you for writing this story, I loved it!!

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Nancy Drayce
18:38 Feb 15, 2021

These words give me hope and strength to never give up and to keep working on my dreams! I am super glad that you loved it, Daniel! Have a good day and be safe! You just made my day!! 💙

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Daniel Hayes
18:52 Feb 15, 2021

I hope you have a good day too. Thank you for the wonderful story :)

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18:04 Feb 15, 2021

Oh. This is one bitter-sweet story that just tugs at one's heart. It was both simple and elegant yet contained reality in the best ways. We can see the pain and the feeling of love and hope and sadness. I felt nostalgic as I read this. Beautiful as always, Nancy.

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Nancy Drayce
18:14 Feb 15, 2021

Aw, thank you, Abigail!! I am so glad you like it! 💙🌟

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Danny E.G.
11:05 Feb 15, 2021

Awww, sad ending, i did not see that coming...im crying, you wrote everything beautifully, it's easy to think that you're the character yourself... THis is soOOoo sad, i love it.... and the title fit the story so well...ohhh, and the candle blowing out thing, it's amazing... there's so much thought you've put into this, it's admirable :)) My favorite line aside from the ending: I was very defensive about that; I couldn’t accept your gift and I made you return it. I was so naive, I thought you really did it, but soon I realised, on our next...

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Nancy Drayce
12:12 Feb 15, 2021

Thank you for such a lovely comment!! You've just made my day! And thank you for the comment about the title because I wasn't sure if it was good and you made me be more confindent about it! 💙🌟

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Danny E.G.
13:03 Feb 15, 2021

Of course, no problem. I really enjoyed reading it, and i think the title was great :)) couldn't imagine something else to fit so well as "Roses of Love" had :D

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Nancy Drayce
13:05 Feb 15, 2021

You are so sweet, thank you once again! 😊😊

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Danny E.G.
13:07 Feb 15, 2021

Of course :)))))

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