Another round of Friday Fictioneers is up. My contribution for this week is quite simple. Nevertheless, I hope it will be a pleasant experience reading it. As always photo prompt is at the end of the post.
The snow paved grass crunched under their feet as they walked, and watched each other from their own half of the ground like they always did.
He loved her. She loved him. But, they never confessed. She for the obvious reason; she was a deaf-mute. He for his ego; he wanted her to be the first one.
As usual, she smiled the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. “I love you!” rushed up to his throat, but he swallowed it down.
Which he shouldn’t have!
Because that morning, little did he know, that her eyes spoke the last sentence of her life.