The Sad Conclusion-Grocer and Writer (Young Lady’s Perspective)

I sit in the living room with my parents.

They both seem to be in a better mood than usual.

Both of them are smiling and they are not arguing.

My boyfriend is now working with my dad as a writer and he seems a lot happier too.

He fixed up his house and bought a new vehicle.

Suddenly the doorbell rings.

I answer it and am glad to see my boyfriend at the door.

I’m always glad to see him and I give him a loving kiss.

“Baby, let’s go to the park. I have a surprise for you,” He tells me.

My dad looks at him with a wink and a smile. I wonder what they are planning.

We walk to his new truck and he helps me inside.

He then backs out and we head to the park.

I’m concerned that all this money will change him for the worse, so I plainly tell him, “I hope all this money and success won’t corrupt you.”

He looks at me lovingly and replies, “Well, to make sure it doesn’t I’ll need you by my side forever, to keep me in check.”

“A lot of girls and women are going to want you.”

“But I don’t want any of them; I just want you. You wanted me, even at my lowest, so now you’ll have me at my highest.” He pauses then continues, “You’re the only one who ever put up with my condition and no amount of money or success will make it go away.”

“And you’re the only one who loved me despite my weight, which is basically impossible to lose.”

“Baby, I love to put my arms around you and hold on to you. I think your weight makes you sexy.” He pauses, then says, “However, I want you to have the body you want and know that I am in love with your soul and I’ll want you no matter how thin or heavy you become.”

I now feel better and I tell him with passion, “Oh, I love you so much!”

“I love you too, baby!” He replies.

He continue driving to the park. There is a blissful silence between us as he holds my hand.

Finally, we arrive.

He helps me out of the truck and we begin to walk on the walking path.

“Let’s go to the bench I was sitting on when we first met,” He tells me.

I smile and nod.

We continue walking until we arrive at that very bench where I first saw him.

We sit on that bench and he holds me close to him.

I rest my head on his chest as he is pulling something out of his pocket and says, “This is for you.”

I smile and ask, “What is this?”

“It’s an engagement ring. Marry me, baby!” He replies, then continues, “I’ve been wanting to give you one of these for a long time, but could never afford one until now. Please, be my one and only, both now and forever!”

My eyes are filling with tears and I wildly kiss him as I reply, “Yes. Of course, I’ll marry you! I’m so fat, I cannot even drive, but you still want me. You’ve treated me better than in my wildest dreams and you’ve always shown me love and affection when every other guy I was interested in was so cruel to me.”

“You’ve just made me the happiest man on the planet!” He tells me with a kiss.

My boyfriend then stands on top of the bench and shouts at the top of his lungs, “I just proposed to the girl of my dreams and she said YES!”

Everyone in the park starts clapping and cheering with the exception of an angry looking woman with a bunch of kids.

Suddenly this angry looking woman begins yelling back, “Yeah. He’s retarded and she’s fat. He just quit his job and on disability now, so they’re going have a bunch of fat retarded children and all of you are going to have to pay taxes to support them.”

She must be the cook from his job who had previously threatened him.

He looks at her and replies, “Actually, I just got a job as a romantic novelist. That probably means nothing to you though.”

I wish he wouldn’t mouth off to her and would just ignore her.

“Shut your mouth, little boy!” The cook says angrily.

My boyfriend stands up to her even more and says, “I don’t have to and furthermore if you don’t leave us alone and go back to feeding all of your illegitimate children, I’m going to call the police.”

Now she pulls a gun from her purse.

She points it at my boyfriend and fires.

He’s hit and collapses to the ground.

She then tries to shoot me, but several bystanders wrestle the gun from her before she can.

I begin to cry profusely as I see my boyfriend on the ground.

Suddenly I feel extreme chest pains.

I grab my chest and collapse on top of my boyfriend as his eyes close.

Now I am coughing up blood and all goes black…

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