A Love Comedy That Ends In One Page Novels & Stories

Declan stood there, holding a bouquet of red roses. Yet, his face showed not the faintest trace of guilt. After a pause, he said, "Scarlett, these are for you. Your favorite red roses." I took the flowers from him and brought them to my nose. I used to love the scent, but it made my stomach turn instead. Declan stared at me. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "Scarlett, Beatrice… has stomach cancer. The doctors say she doesn't have much time left. Her dying wish is to marry me. So…"

Time was ticking away. . . . If this was a romantic comedy, then this would be the point in the plot when the main character (aka me) confessed her feelings to her love interest (aka Gray). This would be the penultimate scene that came before the 'happy ending' that unfailingly preceded the end credits. But this was no rom-com... This was no feel-good fluff piece meant to reinforce some trite, overexploited message like 'love was real' or 'love always triumphs.'

I say with a grin, “the movie’s about to start. You don’t want to miss it.” She glances at the screen, then back at me, a playful glint in her eyes. “Is this one of those cheesy rom-coms?” she teases, but there’s no real bite in her words. She’s just trying to play along, to keep things light. I chuckle, shaking my head. “It’s not cheesy. It’s... endearing.” “The title is ‘Much a do about love’. You hate rom-coms.” “It’s endearing, stop questioning me.”

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“Epic buildup, zero payoff. Pure cognitive blue-balling. The Audience will eat it up.” Meanwhile, I tapped into the micro, the personal. I found a love story where two people finally confessed their feelings after years of tension, only to discover they had profoundly incompatible opinions on… decorative pillow fluffiness. The relationship ended not with a bang, but with a bewildered, quiet disappointment over upholstery. “Sending you the ‘Great Pillow Schism of Cygnus-7,’” I told Lina. “It’s tragically relatable.”

And I knew that tomorrow would be just as wonderful, filled with new adventures and moments to treasure. ************************************************************************************ Thank you for staying until the end. Love, Author

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

Ryan slid to the side to make space for his friend to sit comfortably. “So what it is?” Darius asked curiously. “It’s a story about finding true love, a girl who longed for her whole to life, only to find her true love or you can say her soulmate. Though she finds someone and married him, but that man she married never cared for her after some months of their marriage, when some unknown person helps her from her misery. And then…” he pretended to remember for a second there, “I don’t know the rest, haha. I need to read it,” he smiled, “I bought it yesterday from the bookstore at the end of the alley.”

- I argued. - No... Because love comes first. Loving and being loved is a gift. - How to play the lottery. – Salma said. “I've looked for it all my life and I haven't found it. And you have. - Are you trying to say that I should forgive the disqualified Hector? - No. I mean "judgment less", cherry. – Ben was leaving. - Where are you going? – I asked. - You said “romantic comedy with a hint of drama”. I hate movies with sad endings, except "The Search for a Miracle".

Then Sophia stood up, cleared her throat dramatically, and said, “Okay. I’m prescribing medicine.” “What kind of medicine?” She smirked. “The kind that involves popcorn and the stupidest, funniest, most brainless movie we can find.” And that’s exactly what we did. We sat curled up under a blanket, watching the dumbest comedy we could find. She picked it because she said it had zero romance, and no emotional depth. We laughed. Not the kind that healed, but the kind that paused the pain. We were still halfway through the movie, completely gone in it, when the front door opened.