Climbing a mountain.

A boy lived alone. He was not old, nor was he young. Soon before our story starts, this boys parents were taken from him. A day out turned into a funeral before the boy could figure out what was going on. He took walks around his town often. About half way through his walk each day, he saw a girl. She was the most beautiful girl the boy had ever seen, but why would she talk to him? He is nothing but an orphan, and so he kept to himself. On his walk one day the girl stopped him.
"I notice you walk this way every day, and I must ask... Why?" she to him.
"Well... I like to take walks so I can see the towns beauty. It reminds me that there are some things that are still worth something in this world." The boy replied while looking out at the setting sun.
"That's lovely." the girl said lightly.
"You know, it's not just the towns beauty I like to see on my walks... Yours out does even the setting sun behind you."
The girl chuckled.
"Well then I expect you to be coming by more then once a day, if my beauty is really all you say it is."
"Of course! You're more beautiful then the first flower blossom!" the boy exclaimed.
The girl smiled, almost shyly, and walked into her house. The boy was so happy with his encounter he ran the rest of the way to his house. He didn't want to see the beauty of the city, he didn't want to see anything that may wipe her smile out of his memory.
The next day he went for a walk early in the morning just as the sun was rising. As he passed her house he paused. Even the house she lived in seemed to have a radiant glow about it. He smiled a toothy smile and went on his way. He got home, but couldn't sit still, she was in his mind. He decided to take a quick run, just up the mountain and back. He reached the top of the mountain and peered across the town. It was beautiful all his joys seemed ten fold up here. Even a little cave behind him, this was the perfect place. He layed down to look into the sky and ponder. He couldn't stop smiling, that girl would not leave his thoughts. He didn't even know her name, but her beauty was even more then the most beautiful rose. That's when he decided that she would be his rose. He rose to his feet at once and ran down the mountain, he needed to collect some money from his savings. He reached his house and ran inside to some of the money he had been saving. It was almost time for his walk, and he had just gotten to the flower shop before it closed. he ordered a dozen roses, with a card, and was on his way. He set off on his usual walk, as he approached roses house he saw her walking toward him. She flashed her smile, that smile that was the most beautiful thing in the world. He handed her the roses and said,
"I know you may not like them... But I saw them and just thought of you."
"I love them!" she gasped, as she took the roses. "They're so beautiful! Thank you so much... Oh, I'm so embarassed we haven't even been introduced. My apologies, my name is Sarah."
"I'm justin." He replied with his toothy smile. There was the scent of rain in the air, and he heard thunder in the distance.
"I'm sorry. I wish I could stay, but I need to beat the rain home." He told her sadly.
"That's alright, I'd like to put these flowers in water quickly. Good-bye" she said happily and ran into her house excitedly.
"Good-bye, my rose." he whispered.
He only made it half way home before the rain started, by the time he was there it was a down pour. He walked into his house, and grabbed a towel to dry himself off with. He changed his clothes and layed in his bed. She was all he could think about still. He was glad. She wasn't perfect, she was perfect for him. He smiled and his happiness lulled him to sleep, one filled with dreams of her, their perfect life. He was woken up by a quick set of knocks, rapping on his door. He sat up quickly, and sprinted to the door. He swung it open, and there she was in the rain, soaked head to toe.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, especially in such dreadful weather, but I read your card and.. and... Of course I'll be your rose!!" She said excitedly, and kissed him. The boy hadn't been expecting this, and it happened very quickly. He didn't know how to react and his body froze, all but his heart which began to beat rapidly. She released him, and smiled. He smiled bigger then he could remember ever smiling before.
They began to spend more and more time together. A perfect match, they talked for hours, hardly taking breaths for air. They'd lay under the stars together talking about anything that would pop into their minds. He was happier then he had been since his parents died. She was his rose, she was his everything. They saw eachother every day, greeted with a kiss and an extended embrace, they never seemed to be far from one another.
One night after he had walked her home, he layed in his bed. He pondered about her. He decided to get a clear thought he'd go to his spot on the mountain. He did, and he layed under the stars. As he did he considered his feelings. They could only be described as love. He could find no other way to explain it. He was in love with her, and he needed to tell her... He needed to tell her now. He ran to the flower shop once more. A single rose, and a card. In the card he wrote:
"Sarah, my rose, I love you more then the world. I need you with me, and I know that I have you. You're my happiness, my world, my life! I love you so much!"
He ran to give her the rose, as he approached her house he noticed to silhouettes talking. He slowed to a walk and as he got closer he realized it was his sarah. She was talking to someone. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but as he approached, they kissed. He was stunned... He merely muttered,
"S-Sarah?"
She turned quickly.
"J-Justin! Oh... This.. I'm so sor..." She began, but Justin dropped the rose, as hit fell the rain started out of what seemed like nowhere. Justin was walking away. He couldn't believe what he'd seen. His sarah, his rose! Whoever that guy was... He had taken his rose.. His world... His happiness. The world again, destiny, had taken the only thing he loved. He passed his house without a glance. He wasn't angry, he wasn't sad, sad could not describe this emotion. He was sick, his head hurt. He felt like he couldn't move, but on he walked, up the mountain. He reached his point, and he fell. He didn't want to move. All he could see were his own tears, which seemed to merge with the rain. He flipped to his back, and pondered. He thought through the whole night, not sleeping for even a second. Maybe... Just maybe.. He would be alright. He had heard of love, the first was always the hardest. Someday, he would find a girl. A girl he could call his own, one who would make him truly happy, and that he would make truly happy. This thought allowed enough stability in his mind to enable sleep. As he slept, he dreamt. This new girl, she was his wife. They had children, he was happy, so happy. But soon, she began to talk of his selfishness, then she left, the kids going with her. He awoke in a sweat. He thought once more as the sun set. Why had he dreamed this? As the last rays of the sun fell he realized what he should have. The world, whoever was in charge. His god, had a sick sense of humor. To give one all he could desire, and take it away without warning. He would do this not once, but often during a lifespan. All that makes you happy will be taken away. He thought this over. Then crawled to the edge of the mountain looking down over it's large face, looking to the very bottom, and pondered the unthinkable.