Once upon a time...
There was a boy. He and his father would always talk about how he was going to grow up and do great things just like his father. One day, the little boy was walking through town. He saw this old woman sitting alongside the street holding out a cup. It had been his first time wondering the streets on his own. He had just recently turned 12.
He approached the woman and asked, “Ma’am, what are you doing?”
The woman then grabbed the boy by the arm and dragged him into an empty alley way. “You will do perfectly!” The woman shouted quietly. So up the fire escape they went.
All the way up to the 5th floor. “What are we doing here?” the boy asked.
“I need you to meet someone very dear to me.” The old woman walked into the apartment building at the top of the stairs. It was very dark inside the room of the building. Nothing but 4 candles lit each corner of the room. “My litte girl is sick… I need you to make her better.” The woman said.
“Well what am I supposed to do?!”= I’m just a boy!” He replied.
“Take her hand...”
So the boy did. He placed her cold hand into his. He could feel the girls hand begin to warm up. He was in shock. Puzzled. “What’s going on?” His voice began to change. That cute little voice he had was turning into a deep voice. The girl began to grow into a young woman and him into a man. The young woman’s eyes opened wide as she gasped for air.
The man stared sharply at the young woman. “I know you.” Said the man. His face started to turn red. He was blushing.
The old woman laid her hand on his shoulder and said, “She’s yours to take care of now.” And vanished. The man began to weep. He had no idea what he was to do.
The young woman then touched his shoulder and asked, “Are you okay?” He opened his eyes to see her in a beautiful white gown. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before. He looked down at himself... He was wearing a black suit with a white rose in the left pocket of his jacket. It was their wedding day. And soon she would be his wife.
A man then said, “You may kiss the bride.”
He then kissed her. Deeper than he’d ever kissed before. When he opened his eyes he was sitting in a chair by a hospital bed, listening to a beep. Staring at her as she lie there... Not able to move. Her hair was gone. Her face pale, but yet still more beautiful than ever. He laid his head on her chest. Listening to her heart beat fade away. He buried his face into her chest and cried.
When he opened his eyes this time, he was laying in an empty bed, alone. A bottle of whiskey in his right hand, in the other a gun.
“What more is there to live for?” He asked himself...