Small Things Make A Big Difference (standard:romance, 571 words)
Author: Will Dixon	Added: Jan 09 2009	Views/Reads: 4095/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Romance broken. How?

They were deeply in love. This showed to all around them. Their light
shimmered around their embrace, giving off a bubble of happiness. As 
the sun set around them, they looked deeply into each others eyes, 
unable to break free from their burnt crimson emotions. He smiled, 
thinking. Thinking that this was love, this was how happiness felt. 
Fire exploded inside him. Passion exuding from him. Ecstasy must have 
shown on his face, for she looked upon him, with a wistful glint in her 
eye. 

He laughed and stood up. “Come on,” he shouted with a roguish glint in
his eye. She smiled. “No, you go, I'll watch.” 

With a second laugh he sprinted down the glistening sand, toward the
emerald, sparkling sea. She saw him jump gracefully, and then plunge 
headfirst into the beautiful scene. She sat down. Waited. Waited for 
the splash. The laugh. She adored his laugh. A laugh so well used, it 
was perfection. Lying back, she gazed at the deepening purple sky. 
Thinking about him. Where was it? Where was his face? She looked up. 
The ocean was empty. The ripples were he had entered the water had 
died. 

Panic spread over her, like spiders hunting for pain. She waited. Still
nothing. She was getting frantic. She ran to the edge of the water. 
Moonlight shone onto her face, reflected from the glistening sea. 
Nothing. Nothing was  there, waiting to surprise her. It had been too 
long. Almost ten minutes had gone. “Where was he, please, please be ok” 
she thought, her mind trembling. Still, the empty space where he had 
disappeared into remained locked. It did not seem to be able to be 
broken. For surely he would be doing anything to get back to her, to 
the one who would miss him more than anyone else in the world would. 

Suddenly, she could hold on no longer. Screaming his name. Tears were
running down her face. Rivers of anguish. She fell to her knees, hoping 
she'd break from the force. She would not live without him. Then, she 
saw movement at the top of the beach. 

“Help.” She cried with the pitch and volume of a banshee. “Why is this
happening to me?” She thought, all the while pain was engulfing her, 
restricting her breath. She would not stop it. She would let pain take 
her to him. She stopped. People were gathering around her. Asking her 
inaudible questions. She listened. Suddenly, over all the other voices 
she heard. 

“What happening?” “My b-boyfriend.” She sobbed, emphasising the last
word. “Gone.” 

Frantically a search party started, men were diving in, women comforting
her, soothing her. On and on for hours. Until; 

“I got something.” She looked up. It was impossible. He could not still
be alive. There, glinting in the black night, like a solitary star in a 
black abyss, was a single, silver bracelet. 

“That's his,” she stuttered. Tears welled up in her eyes. This was his
last, small memory. She held it tight to her chest and cradled it as 
she would a child. Without this, she would forget the happy times, only 
remember this night. This terrible night. When all was lost, she'd 
found him in this bracelet. It was only small, it wasn't much. It was 
all there was of him left. She would never forget him, never, because 
of this bracelet, and that, she thought, would make all the difference. 



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