This is for Romantic Friday Writers
This weeks' theme is "Love Hurts"
William had been working overtime for months. His crystal wedding anniversary was approaching and he almost had the money for his gift to Catherine. She'd been pestering him asking why he was at work so much, but he never told her. They would be going on a luxury Caribbean cruise, renewing their wedding vows and he had arranged for their friend to surrogate a child for them as Catherine, for all her efforts, could not conceive. This was going to be a huge surprise.
It was late when he got home. The he'd been working sixteen hours in the factory, packing chocolate for a living wasn't the ideal career path, but it paid the bills. Just the thought of the roast dinner Catherine would have prepared him made his mouth water, even though he would have to microwave it. Yet upon opening the door he wasn't greeted by the aroma of his favourite meal. Instead he saw the sight of his wife at the kitchen table, she could pass as asleep if it weren't for the crimson liquid puddled on the table, dripping to the floor, along with the gun next to her lifeless hand. In front of her on a plate lay a note, placed upon it was her wedding ring.
We've been married for nearly fifteen years now and neither of us are getting any younger. I know I could never provide you with children, however much our hearts desired them. I see now where you have been. You don't need to work as much as you say you are and I haven't seen any of the extra money, which leads me to conclude that it doesn't exist. I can only hope you enjoy your life with your new woman, perhaps she can provide what I can't. I just wish you could have told me, maybe we could have sorted something out about surrogacy or adoption. It's too late now. I hope your future wife can provide what I couldn't. May all your wishes come true. Just know that I will watch over and protect you and any children you may have. I love you. Goodbye.
All my love
Tears streamed down Williams' cheeks as he read. He placed Catherin's ring back upon her finger, took the gun and placed it to his temple. "Our children will live in heaven my sweet Catherine."
Word count: 400
I'm terrible I know. My stories always involve pain and death but hey, this theme calls for that. I still can't write romance but I promise I'm trying.