The proposal - A short story


As the music grew to a dull roar I could see that he had changed his mind. Our family and friends had gathered round and were excited to witness a climactic moment, but I knew their wait would be in vain.

My eyes searched on for a growing sense of recognition in his, but found none. He was far gone. His one knee proposal felt like he was imploring me to read his mind, and so I did.

Finally, standing up, he hugged me. The crowd cheered on as I put my arms around his neck and kissed him gently on his cheek. He wrapped his arms around my waist, nestled his head in my shoulders' nook and whispered softly in my ear, "I can't do this."

To everyone else we were heading toward a new chapter in our lives but it was actually the end of an unexpected and beautiful journey. It wouldn't end in 'Till death do us part', it ended right there on the dance floor, where the music died.

Comments

  1. Marco8 August 2019 at 02:49

    The best part of a poignant short story is that it lets you build your own version of a back story in your head. Wonderful stuff! Keep 'em coming.

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  2. foodcourt8 August 2019 at 02:58

    Sell that ring honey! We need the money.

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  3. Mikhail5 September 2019 at 23:21

    Tear jerking :)

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