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Terms of Love
This is a short story based off a writing prompt that was given to us. Please let me know what you think!
The manila envelope weighed heavier than a stack of bricks in John’s hand. Each step toward the coffee table felt like a mile. Amy sat on the opposite end of the worn floral sofa. The flickering fireplace’s light played on the edges of her determined expression. Her eyes followed him.
He cleared his throat and extended the envelope. “One year ago,” he started, his voice thick, “we sat right here and…”
“And we signed our surrender,” Amy concluded. Her words sliced the air.
John winced. The document hadn’t been a surrender then; it was more like a plea. Now, a year later, it feels like a death sentence. Each meeting clause in the contract hammered into his chest.
Counseling sessions: check.
Date nights: check.
They had tried everything in their last-ditch effort to fix it, including lengthy discussions and acts of service.
To fix them.
Amy took the envelope with a curt nod. “Let’s save this for tomorrow.” That was it for the conversation, and we went to bed.
The morning dawned bright and clear, a stark contrast to the turmoil in John’s heart. He found Amy in the kitchen, sunlight streaming…
