The Last Goodbye

Here’s another short story I wrote for one of my high school english classes. I have no idea what the assignment was. The story is a little sad.

It was late afternoon a few hours after school got out for the day and dark clouds, heavy with rain, were rolling across the sky above the forest.

They trudged through the undergrowth as they walked to their sacred grove. The young man remembered chasing her through here, loving her from the moment he had seen her.

They had arrived.

She sat down on the large rock by their old tree–the tree they had climbed together so many times.

I knew this would happen, she said, tears pouring from her clear blue eyes.

Stop. We don’t have to do this.

No, we have to. We can’t survive this anymore. You’re leaving for college and I’m staying here for high school. It’s not meant to be.

She took off his class ring and twirled it around her finger.

His arms wrapped around her.

But I love you.

I love you too, but we can’t be together.

She disentangled herself from his strong, muscular arms, and placed the ring in his hand, closing them around the ring.

Good-bye, she said as she turned and ran out of the forest.

He stayed there sitting and wondering where it had all gone wrong. He heard the cracking sound right behind him and jumped up only to see the tree, their tree, splitting apart as a bolt of lightning flashed just above him.

As the tree hit the ground, he sighed and walked out of the forest into the pouring rain, alone…

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