The Ruins
The archaeologist discovered within the ruins a spot the others had missed.
He used math to deduce the area where extra space had to exist.
He pressed along the stones covering the walls.
Lo and behold, one gave, and opened to the halls.
Inside he found a room more exciting than the rest.
A shelf with written characters carved with dates abreast.
Anything he wanted...the room would provide
from a universe unknown; but never satisfied.
Before it was too late, he finally realized,
The room had carved his name;
it was eating him alive.
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Hector Gonzalez
Speaking to those who don't listen; listening to those who don't speak.
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The Mystery
She leaned in for a kiss. After nearly a decade of doubt that this would ever happen, it finally was happening. My heart was racing as I stared into her exhilarating eyes. Her lips touched mine; I could just barely feel the touch of her skin when my eyes open. For a moment, I merely lay here in a stupor as my eyes soak in all the information reminding me that I'm single and that she's not just taken...she's married; to a real piece of work at that, but that's not any of my business. My lungs finally remember how they function and I take in a long breath and let out an exasperated sigh. I forgot to turn off the alarm. It's a Saturday morning and here I am...awake at 7:30AM. I consider going back to sleep only long enough to remember that the last dream ruined any possible rest I may have had. Instead, I get up and head to the bathroom. I go through the morning ritual of using the toilet, washing my hands and face, brushing my teeth, and staring into my own eyes for a not insignificant amount of time. I'm not sure what I expect to see; I never am, but I suppose I'm hoping to see...well, maybe hope. Maybe some glimpse of luck or some reflection of good things to come for the day like a horoscope. When that fails to yield the expected results, I head to the living room. The windows are open to let the light in. I drop to the ground to do my daily push-ups. Before I finish, there's a thud at the door. I wait, but there's no other sound...so no one had knocked. I get up and go to the door opening it and peeking out. There's no one around, but there is a package on the doorstep. I step outside and look around. I see a drone flying away about fifty feet away. I take the opportunity to grab the mail from the box and pick up the package bringing them in and putting them on the coffee table. Speaking of coffee, it's a good time to get breakfast. I get dressed and then head to the kitchen. At first I feel like cereal, but I go with a couple pieces of avocado toast with fried eggs on top instead and finish it in the living room while watching a show. The mail catches my eye and I grab the letters first; bills, trash ads, more trash ads. I move on to the package and notice there's no return address, though it's definitely addressed to the correct person and location...weird. I open the package and look inside, but I'm even more confused when I don't find anything at all. Literally, it is just an empty box. I take another look around the outside of the box expecting I missed something, but there really isn't anything else. Suddenly, I notice a bit of writing on the inside of the box. It's written on one of the inner sides but the angle makes the lighting weird and the words hard to read, so I rip the box apart to better see the text. It's an outline of something:
By Hector Gonzalez3 years ago in Fiction
The Coffee Shop Goodbye
Ethan never believed in love at first sight. He believed in routine. Every morning at 7:30, he walked into the same coffee shop in downtown Chicago, ordered a medium black coffee, and sat by the window with his laptop. His life was predictable, quiet, and safe. Until she walked in. Her name was Lily. It was a cold fall morning when Ethan first saw her. Leaves were blowing across the street, and the sky looked gray and heavy. Lily stepped into the café, brushing her hair back and smiling like she carried her own sunshine. She looked around, searching for a seat. The place was full. Except for the chair across from Ethan. “Hey, is this seat free?” she asked. Ethan looked up, slightly startled. “Yeah… go ahead.” That was it. No music, no dramatic moment—just a simple question. But somehow, everything changed after that. At first, they didn’t talk much. Just polite smiles. A quick “good morning.” But over time, small talk turned into real conversations. Lily loved art, road trips, and country music. Ethan was more of a quiet thinker—he liked books, late-night coding, and silence. But with her, silence never felt necessary. Days turned into weeks. Their schedules aligned without planning it. If Ethan came early, Lily would show up soon after. If she was late, he would wait. It became their place. One morning, she didn’t come. Ethan told himself it didn’t matter. People have lives. Things happen. But he kept glancing at the door. Again and again. That’s when it hit him. He wasn’t just used to her. He needed her. The next day, she returned. “Sorry, I missed yesterday,” she said, sliding into the chair. “Crazy day.” Ethan smiled, trying to hide how relieved he felt. “It’s okay.” But inside, something had changed. He was in love. The problem was… Ethan didn’t know how to say it. He wasn’t the kind of guy who confessed feelings easily. He overthought everything. What if she didn’t feel the same? What if things got awkward? What if he lost her completely? So instead of speaking, he started writing. Every night, he opened a blank document on his laptop and typed letters to Lily. He wrote about how her laugh made his stressful days easier. How her presence made the noisy world feel calm. How she had quietly become the best part of his life. But he never showed her. Not once. Then one evening, everything shifted. “I got some news,” Lily said, stirring her coffee slowly. Ethan looked up. “Good news or bad news?” She smiled—but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m moving to California. New job. It’s… a big opportunity.” Ethan felt his chest tighten. “When?” he asked. “Next week.” Next week. Seven days. That’s all he had left. He wanted to say it right then. Don’t go. Or take me with you. Or at least know that I love you. But instead, he nodded. “That’s amazing. I’m happy for you.” Lily looked at him carefully, like she was searching for something deeper. But Ethan stayed quiet. The last day came faster than he expected. They sat across from each other, both unusually silent. “I guess this is it,” Lily said softly. “Yeah,” Ethan replied. There was so much he wanted to say, but the words felt stuck somewhere between his heart and his voice. “Take care, Ethan.” “You too, Lily.” She stood up, hesitated for a moment… then walked out. And just like that, she was gone. Ethan sat there long after she left, staring at the empty chair. That night, he gathered every letter he had written. Dozens of pages. All the words he never said. He printed them, tied them together, and left them at the coffee shop the next morning. “If she ever comes back… give this to her,” he told the barista. Time moved on. Weeks turned into months. The seasons changed. Lily never came back. Until one year later. It was another cold morning when the café door opened, and Ethan looked up out of habit. His heart skipped. It was her. Lily walked toward him, holding a thick stack of papers. “You’re still here,” she said, smiling softly. Ethan stood up, speechless. “I got these,” she said, lifting the letters. “The barista mailed them to me.” She paused. “I read every single one.” Ethan’s chest tightened. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” she asked. He looked down. “I was scared.” Lily let out a small, bittersweet laugh. “I was waiting.” The words hit him harder than anything else. “I loved you too,” she added quietly. For a moment, everything felt like it could rewind. Like maybe this story could still have a different ending. But then she continued— “I’m engaged now.” The world went still. “I didn’t come back to change anything,” she said. “I came back because… I needed to say goodbye the right way.” She placed the letters on the table. “You mattered to me. More than you know.” Ethan nodded, trying to hold himself together. “Some things just… don’t happen at the right time,” she said. Then she turned and walked away. This time, Ethan didn’t stop her. Not because he was afraid— But because he understood. Love isn’t always about holding on. Sometimes, it’s about learning… feeling… and letting go. Ethan sat down, holding the letters that once carried his heart. Outside, the wind blew through the empty streets. Inside, for the first time in a long time— He felt peace.
By Think & Learn3 days ago in Fiction
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