Short Stories With Tragic Endings

Here you stand seething with guilt. Silence only justifies the act of cowardice. The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness. The one thing that i cannot give. I can give you freedom from your guilt, with a flick of my wrist, onto yours. I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile. I can give you death with the look apon my sullen face. [this is your freedon in a life of fallacy, with no last kiss and no regrets, you dont deserve goodbye, this is your freedon in a life of fallacy with no last kiss and no goodbye] Here you stand seething with guilt. Silence only justifies the act of cowardice. With a short story, the one you add to daily, you are the tragic loss. No story book ending for the fairy tale of you. Just the one composed with blood taken from your pen that you hold in your lifeless hand. Cry. for you. Shed tears. Mourn, Wish The End