When All Love Fails

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
About a girl and boy with a love so everlasting nothing can depart it. But when her father makes her tell him that she doesn't love him, his heart breaks. But she tells him that she still loves him, and so her father goes out to kill him. But when he shoots, he misses and hits her.

Submitted: April 03, 2008

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A night like no other. Where grey clouds of nothing fly through the air, and the temperature is not cold nor hot. When everything is dark, but there is still enough light to guide you through it. When everything is so perfect it's hard to believe. On a night like this, it's hard to believe nothing as spectacular as finding true love could happen. But the two figures lying on the grass below were not ones to find true love. It was a young love. A young love so deep that not even the deepest ocean could cover it. That not even the highest mountain could reach its capacity. But uknown to their hypnotized minds did they realize, like all young love, it would end far too soon.

They layed on the soft grass, staring up at the stars. The wind blew the blades of grass around their faces, and the silent night didn't affect them one bit. The boys hands were resting beneath his head, his glassy blue eyes staring straight above into the galaxy beyond them. His black hair blew into his eyes, but he didn't take the time to move it away.

The girl was lying beside him, her hands entwined together across her stomach. Her brown eyes gazed into the stars, and her red hair flattened around her, the breeze not causing it to blow around. She let out a long sigh, turning her head to stare at the side of the boys face.

"Andrew?" she whispered.

His heart rate sped up, and his body tingled. He turned to look at her, their eyes meeting. "Yeah?"

"What do you think is going to happen?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What will happen?"

She nodded. "In the future. Will we have a future? Together I mean. My parents forbid me too-"

"Screw your parents!" he yelled with a smile. "Of course. Our future will be better than anyones."

She smiled weakly. "But what if my father finds out? What if he...." Her words drifted off, not daring to say the last words.

"He can't do anything to you," came a faint whisper beside her.

She groaned unhappily. "Andrew I'm not worried about me! Let him kill me, let him beat me! It will not keep me from you. Only de-death...."

Andrew shook his head, rolling onto his side and pressing his body against hers. He put his hand to her face and rubbed his thumb gently there, watching as her eyes fluttered at his touch.

"No death should ever keep us apart. You won't die, and I won't die. Nobody will get hurt. I love you Cassandra."

Cassandra picked up her hand and pressed it against the hand of Andrews, feeling the love spread through her body like a disease. "I love you so much."

***

The next day, the sun was shining high in the sky. But a gloomy presence loomed over a small house painted gold with a purple trim. Inside Cassandra sat at the table with her father, his face in rage and his eyes wild.

"Don't lie to me Cassandra. You are my daughter and I expect you to trust me."

"How can I trust you if you can't trust me to love somebody?"

"I do trust you!"

"Then you're just afraid to let me go, is that it?"

"No! I just don't understand why you love that boy so much."

"He cares about me father. He makes me believe that anything is possible and-"

"Crazy mind!" he roared standing up and pushing back the table. She was startled. "The boy has already begun putting idiotic thoughts in your mind. There are things out there that are impossible to do."

"You ruin it father! You ruin my mind! You tell me that everything is impossible and even if you try I won't be able to succeed. He believes in me more than you and mother do."

"Don't bring your mother into this conversation," he said strictly. "You must go to him and tell him that you love him no more."

"Silly lies," she cried, the tears running down her beautiful face. "You tell me silly lies! I shall never tell him that."

"If you don't, I'll kill him."

Her chest retched with pain, and her stomach flipped over. "You can't. It's against the law."

"I have a liscence to own a gun, and it means I've got a liscnece to use one. Now go tell him!"

***

Andrew sat in his room, his fingers guiding over the strings of his guitar. His hair was in his face, and his window open. He smiled as he wrote down a few lines of lyrics, and then jumped as his door was flung open. Standing there was the love of his life, Cassandra, looking even more befuddled then ever. He stood up, putting the guitar on his bed. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why tears were flying from her eyes.

"Cassandra-"

She put up a hand to stop him, her breathing heavy. "I'll get straight to it Andrew. I don't love you anymore."

He felt nothing. He knew that she was lying. She couldn't possibly be telling the truth. "You're lying."

"Andrew I-"

"I can see it in your eyes." He moved towards her, but felt a twinge of pain as she moved away. "You still love me, I know you do."

"I don't. In fact, I never loved you. Those feelings were just infatuation, and now that I'm done, it's over."

It suddenly felt hard to breathe, as if his lungs could no longer work. His heart was breaking, and he could feel it do so. The pain unbreably running through his body and killing him slowly; a slow and painful death. "You can't mean that." His words came out so soft he didn't even think she heard them. "You lie!"

"No! I hate you, so leave me alone!" Then she stormed out, his mother just coming up the stairs with hot tea.

"Did something happen?" she asked.

Andrew choked, and then fell to his knees, his vision becoming blurry.

Cassandra burst through the bottom of the doors, her dress blowing behind her. She stopped outside, looking up at his window to see that he wasn't looking down. She looked down at the stone cold pavement, wishing desperately that she wasn't there at that moment. Cassandra then began to walk down the sidewalk, her breath coming in slow raspy breaths. Her eyes closed slowly and then she turned around as she heard a door burst open.

"Cassandra wait! Oh please wait!"

She wanted to smile, to jump into his arms and feel his hold but she couldn't let him get hurt.

"Leave me alone!" she screamed, her false pretense burning hard on her face.

He stopped a few feet away, his face tear streaked and his jeans dirty. "Please tell me it was all just a dream. Please tell me it was all just a lie."

"It wasn't a dream, and it wasn't the lie. I'm telling the truth."

"So you don't love me."

"I never did," she said angrily.

He walked through the distance between them until they were almost touching. "Please," he whispered.

Her eyes flickered around her, knowing that her father wasn't there. "Andrew I'm sorry."

Andrew shook his head. "I know you lie."

"I do," she cried softly. "My father said that he would kill you if...."

"But I told you last night that no death would keep us apart!"

"But it will! Oh it will!"

"What is this?" came a booming voice from behind them. They turned to see her father standing there, the gun in his holster at his belt. His fingers traced it slightly. "I thought I told you to leave him."

She turned around, her hands out to protect him. "You retched person! How can you do such a thing? To kill a human because he's not "good enough" for me?"

"He's an outcast! A liar! He doesn't love you. And soon, he'll leave you just like you were to leave him!" He took the gun from his belt and aimed it at him. Surprisingly, none of the passerby stopped to watch or call the police.

Sweat trickled down her forehead, and she felt faint. "Father don't."

"I will." His finger pulled back the trigger, and the sound burst through the streets like an alarm. The people screamed, ducking for cover, afraid that the gunshot was aimed at themselves. But what lay before him was not what he expected. His heart beat rapidly, and his mouth was open wide.

Cassandra was on the ground, her side bleeding; the blood rushing out and leaving a pool beneath her dying body. Andrew kneeled beside her, his eyes wide with worry, his hands caressing her face. Her darkened eyes looked into his, her mouth saying the three words he needed to hear.

"I love you."

And those were the last he would hear from her. Her heart finally coming to an end, and the beating no longer filling her body with soul and spirit. Her eyes drifted closed, and her head fell to the side. A single tear slid from her cheek, and he knew that he would no longer see her bright eyes and glowing face. She was gone. And that death did seperate them. That death made him die too. And deep inside, his heart stopped beating.


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