Monday, September 1, 2014

SJ Maylee Week 115: She Remains

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SJ Maylee’s’ Choice: 1

Title: She Remains

Roxanne knew the threat was real. Not even the heat from the forest could stop the cold seeping into her. The fates remained in their position and Jonathon turned, wrapping his arms around her.

“You can’t have her.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Her love belongs to me. I’ve earned it. Besides, she’s not a part of this.”

“You made her a part of this when you changed the game.” The tall man came closer to them. “We only needed you to prove one little thing. Jump after jump you complied. There was no reason for you to get greedy.”

“You think I had a choice? The lot of you really are daft.” He pushed her back a step, caressed her cheek, and turned to face the army.

She tugged on his arm, knowing the dreaded day had really come. She couldn’t accept that this would be it.

“The day I saw her for the first time, my heart splintered into a million pieces. She is the only thing holding me together. Without her, I’ll want for nothing and getting her back will consume me.” He turned and caught her gaze, pushing her back another step. “There isn’t anything you can do to break it. It just is and it always will be. She is the love of my life.”

“I love you.” She barely got out the words as tears tumbled down her face.

“Run.” He gave her a giant push and then turned to punch the man in the nose.

“I can’t leave you.” Her fists came up, wishing she could block the punches flying at Jonathon. She shook her head, swinging her arms over head. She couldn’t leave him, not like this.

“Run!” He blocked several hits in a row, one landed and she screamed. He fell to the forest floor. “I’ll meet you at the bench …”

The man had grabbed Jonathon by his collar. “We are leaving with one of you today. If not the woman, you will do.” His cocked back his arm and struck Jonathon across the face.

A whirling sound came towards her. The brisk breeze swirled her clothing and her hair danced in front of her eyes. When the wind left, she realized she was now alone.

She tripped forward a step and landed on an old stump. The sound of her pounding heart was the only thing she could hear.

Her fingers played with the life rings on the tree stump. She was unable to leave the spot.

Minutes turned to hours and nothing changed.

She remained alone.


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SJ Maylee believes hearts are meant to come together and find love. As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together. You can follow her at @SJMaylee,



  1. A sad commentary on a love not fulfilled by an attack from men who won't learn to allow love to survive.

  2. That's exactly it, Pablo. I'm going to find a way to make it right which is one of the best parts about being a writer. I can add to the ending and make it happy. :)