500 Word Short Story
Unspoken Love
Scott A. Gese


500 Word Short Story

Vickie Winslow was bedridden. Her Doctor had ran multiple tests and they all came back fine. He was stumped. Vickie should be a healthy 25 year old woman in her prime. It seemed as if she was slowly dying and he didn't know why.

Her good friend Emmett stopped by each day to see her. The two of them had known each other all their lives. He hated to see Vickie this way. “What can I do to help you?” He would ask.

“Just be here and be my friend,” she would reply.

One day as Emmett sat next to her bed, he took hold of her hand and talked to her softly.

“Vickie, I've been your friend for as long as I can remember. We grew up together, we went to school, played hooky and even called in sick from our jobs on the same day, just so we could be together. Vickie, I have something I need to tell you. Something I've been afraid to say for way too long. And now... now it looks like I might lose you. I can't let it go any longer. I need to let you know exactly how I feel, so I'm just going to say it. Vickie, I...I love you.

“I can't bare the thought of losing you. I can't...I don't know if I can go on without you. I need you to be part of my life. If you leave me, there will be a big empty hole in my heart and in my life that nothing will ever be able to fill.

“You have to pull out of this. Please fight it with all you've got. We have a history together that no one will ever be able to replace. Don't let it end. I love you Vickie Winslow.”

Vickie smiled at Emmett. She reached up and wiped a single tear from his cheek. “I'll see what I can do. Right now I'm tired.”

Vickie closed her eyes and Emmett got up from her bedside to leave. “I'll be back tomorrow,” he whispered.

The following day, on his way home from work, Emmett stopped by Vickie's house. He let himself in but stopped suddenly when he saw Vickie out of her bed and standing in the kitchen. “Vickie, are you feeling ok?” he asked.

“Emmett, I am more than OK. After you left the house yesterday I realized what my problem was. I had a broken heart. Emmett, for years I've loved you and kept it to myself. I was too afraid to tell you how I felt. Because of my fear, I was afraid I might lose you. I've been keeping this to myself for so long it was beginning to take its tole on me. When you said those sweet words to me yesterday, I realized just how much I love you, Emmett.

“Please, sit down, have a cup of coffee with me. We have a lot to talk about.”

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