Grief

Love was no longer the reason they were together, rather, it was the fear of impending grief that hindered their separation.

What could be worse than tears welling up within you, and yet not finding a vent to express its gratitude to the heart that often melted in memories past?

"Let's just carry on, the way it is, 'cause breaking up would be all the more painful," he said, and she agreed.

Years passed by in monosyllables, dragging along summer, spring, autumn and winter, their beauty lost in the chasm of a deceptive future.

When love ceases to be a passion, and finds itself lost in the cacophony of mundane chores, the cross - roads of fiction confront reality, and often we are posed with the question, the answer to which can never be definite - "Is it the time to let go?"


This Micro-fiction is shared with Five Sentence Fiction - Grief.