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A Painting by : Jude Griebel
A Short Story Written by:
Hicham Sbaa
A Short Story Written by:
Hicham Sbaa
After spending some time away from home in a business trip, he finally reached his home, he entered the key in the keyhole, twisted it and opened the door. The house seemed so quite, as if it was empty for years, while he was only away for seven days. He said what every man says after coming home : " Honey, I'm back... honey... honey... " , only no one seemed to answer, probably because no one was there .
After the realization of the absence of any human being in his house, he went directly to the closet, it was empty, he sat down on the dusty floor, and slowly begin to understand what happened, he only found it hard to understand why it happened. He took enough time to recall all the signs that he should have noticed months ago.. but he didn't, his love to her was blinding him.
While sitting there, he was fighting tears back, but he couldn't, the emotions he was experiencing was bigger than him or than anything in the world, his tears was rolling down his cheeks. He knows a man shouldn't cry, especially over a woman who left him without a word, without a goodbye.
Suddenly the world seems dark and gloomy, he grabbed a picture of hers, looked at it, and all he could say was nothing but a typical response of a man with a broken heart .
" You left me, didn't you? I sacrificed everything for you and you sold me down the river like I was nothing... the knife you stabbed me with, still holds the fingerprints of your betrayal ... Go... I don't want you... I don't need you ... you disappointed me. But again the truth should be told, it's all my fault, because I gave you the chance to hurt me like that ... I deserve the outcomes of my irresponsible acts... that's it... I won't give my heart to anyone ever again."
After the realization of the absence of any human being in his house, he went directly to the closet, it was empty, he sat down on the dusty floor, and slowly begin to understand what happened, he only found it hard to understand why it happened. He took enough time to recall all the signs that he should have noticed months ago.. but he didn't, his love to her was blinding him.
While sitting there, he was fighting tears back, but he couldn't, the emotions he was experiencing was bigger than him or than anything in the world, his tears was rolling down his cheeks. He knows a man shouldn't cry, especially over a woman who left him without a word, without a goodbye.
Suddenly the world seems dark and gloomy, he grabbed a picture of hers, looked at it, and all he could say was nothing but a typical response of a man with a broken heart .
" You left me, didn't you? I sacrificed everything for you and you sold me down the river like I was nothing... the knife you stabbed me with, still holds the fingerprints of your betrayal ... Go... I don't want you... I don't need you ... you disappointed me. But again the truth should be told, it's all my fault, because I gave you the chance to hurt me like that ... I deserve the outcomes of my irresponsible acts... that's it... I won't give my heart to anyone ever again."
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Copyright 2008
Copyright 2008
