Cold shivers accompanied me in my cruel dark loneliness.
For so long I have loved her from afar.
Angelica returns with white rose in hand, sad eyes seeking solace. She needs love, yet, she never notices me.
Unrequited love is killing me.
If only the breeze could carry my whispers as it whips through her long brown hair.
Baby, I love you forever.
A lifeless existence, to love without feeling loved.
Angelica needs me to return happiness to her life.
As she sighs, I feel the hollow ache in her breast as she rests the rose upon my grave.
After reading many 100 word stories here in WordPress, I decide to take a shot at it myself.