How To Write A Short Story: Abby's Cabin

It wasn't only the last time at the cabin, it was also the last time together. Ever. The last touches, the last time her eyes met mine and created a fire so strong it would burn forever. At this time tomorrow, she won't be mine anymore. She will be someone elses. She's not going to mine or herselfs, but instead an another mans. Knowing that another person, a man, is going to spend the rest of his life with her, loving her and touching her, is tearing my heart to pieces. But what's shattering the pieces into dust is knowing that Abby is going to hate every second of it. That she has to suffer and not being able to do anything about it. She's going to spend the rest of her life being a mans wife. A man she doesn't love.

The misery doesn't stop