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Sweetest death… (January 3rd FFF)

I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback!

Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate…

So here it is!

Previously published on January 3rd of 2017, this is a short romantic fiction piece from three years ago me… I hope my pink goggled story-telling will make you smile (again).





Awakened by the first rays of light, she watched him as he lay in the messed up linen… God, was he handsome! Imperfectly perfect, and perfectly hers. He had never said so, but she had claimed him as her own anyway.

Crawling on his back, covering his naked body with hers, she felt him waking up while she pressed her ear to his skin to listened to his heart beating…

-Good morning, my dear….

He answered with a slight grunt.

She kept whispering, her lips brushing lightly against the bare skin of his shoulder….

-I could die here and now. It would be the sweetest death.

And she smiled as she imagined the epitaph on her tombstone…

She died furiously in love…

She couldn’t imagine any better way to leave this world. Lost in her reveries, she almost didn’t notice how he had rolled and locked her in his embrace. And she smiled, staring at his greyish gaze, hoping she’d never love him any less than this very moment. Reading her thought, as usual, he broke the morning silence.

-You’ll never have to die, sweetheart…


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13 thoughts on “Sweetest death… (January 3rd FFF)

    1. That’s an interesting question, Saumya… I’d be tempted to say no. But in a way, it’d be like a child giving up the idea that Santa or the Tooth Fairy actually exist… I guess I just have to keep believing, and maybe I am just fooling myself, but I don’t care, because spending time with this kind of over-romantic characters in my head just feels good 🙂


      1. It does feel good. But I can make myself believe in it. Much like I stopped believing in Santa and Tooth Fairy early in childhood.

        Sometimes I wonder why have I always acted much more mature than my age 😂


    1. Thank you, Cheryl 🙂 I guess there is a helplessly romantic seed in me… And although I doubt such intense relationships could work out in real life in 2020, I love to dwell on the subject 😉


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