Marc sat waiting for her at the crumbling ruins, his confidence slowly ebbing with each minute that passed. He had been so sure of their love, even arrogant in his confidence. He had stood up for her when no-one else had. He had rejected comments that she would move on if someone better came along. He admitted to feeling a twinge of worry when the American had joined the company: his charm had been amplified by his wealth and generosity. But Marc had stood firm. “Our love is strong!” he had declared with conviction to all who would listen. Resting on the steps as the evening chilled, he finally accepted that his love for her was not strong enough to keep her at his side. The lure of excitment had enchanted her, and she was now lost to him.
Have you had to accept losing a love?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2016
(This post is linked to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers)