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Love in the Cornhusk: A Short Story's Unfinished Ending

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Question: Love in the Cornhusk by Aida Rivera-Ford seemed ‘unfinished’. Make up your own ending of that short story. Make sure to continue the style of how it was written by the author and the characteristics of the character. Have at least 1000 words to finish the story.

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Tinang, with her heart burdened with sorrow, looked out towards the rural landscape, her feelings akin to the cornfields - dry, desolate, and unending. The words in the love letters she had received were now nothing more than insipid words hammered on paper. Now, they had become remnants of an unrequited love. She looked at the burning afternoon sun slowly disappearing beyond the horizon when she saw her daughter running towards her, holding a final letter sent to her by Amado, the man who had given hope and confusion to her heart, but ultimately ended up marrying another. She opened the letter, her heart thumping like a metronome, reading every word with trepidation. The letter began, "My dearest Timang." Her heart skipped a beat. For the first time, Amado addressed her by the pet name, an intimate version of her own. The words that followed were more like a eulogy for their relationship than a loving farewell. The remorse was evident, each word echoing the same sentiment. "I am sorry, Timang," it read, "for leading you on. I am sorry for casting a shadow over your world with an illusion of love." Tears welled up in her eyes. She was no stranger to heartbreak, she knew the sting of betrayal, tasted the bitterness of love unrequited but this form of apology was heart-wrenching. Amado detailed his journey back to the city, reminiscing about the moments they had spent together, the unspoken love they shared. He also explained how he met the woman he was now married to, and how their connection was something beyond his control. As Tinang read further, she was consumed by a sense of overwhelming sadness, not for herself but for Amado. The man was trapped in a marriage, an obligation and could not follow his heart. The man she had come to love was filled with regret. A paradoxical reality where two hearts yearned to be with each other, yet destiny denied them their togetherness. The rural wind howled, rustling through the cornfield. The evening was quiet except for Tinang's heartbeat ringing in her ears. She felt herself slipping into a deep, hollow abyss of numbness. Tears streamed down her face, but she held her composure. Slowly, a will hardened inside her. She now knew what she had to do, for herself and for Amado. She looked down towards the letter lying on her lap. The inky words were freshly damp with her tears. With a sigh, she started penning down her reply to Amado. Tinang wrote about how she had understood his plight and that she was not angry with him for the choice he had to make. She cherished those stolen moments they shared and she would carry them within her heart for the rest of her life. But she beseeched him to forget her and their ephemeral love affair. She asked him to find love in his wife and provide her the respect she deserved. Amado needed to pour all of his love and affections to his wife, as she surely deserved it. Tinang decided to stay back where she was, in her hometown, among the cornfields, and raise her children. She knew heartbreak would be a constant companion but she would brave it and come out stronger. Lifetime of regret was a terrible labyrinth to be trapped in and she would not want it for Amado or herself. Tinang eventually placed her prepared message into the envelope she had received. As she sealed it, she sealed her emotions, the remnants of her love for Amado. That day, she promised herself that she won’t let her love for him morph into hate, rather she planned to remember their journey fondly and use it to strengthen her resolve. She decided to not let the unrequited love of her past control the direction of her future. As the sun finally set, she walked towards the village post and placed her letter in there. The last string connected to Amado was cut, she was free, free in her heart. As she walked back, Tinang was not the same woman she was. No more the woman yearning for love, but a woman in love with life, a woman ready to rise from the ashes of her losses. She had chosen the pathway of acceptance and hope, the pathway towards a new dawn. And thus, Tinang remained within the familiar landscapes of her life - the cornfields - where she had nurtured a love and where the same love had met its end. Out there amid the swaying cornstalks, under the same crimson sun and blue skies, Tinang found herself - a strong, resolute woman with a future expanded beyond love letters and unfulfilled promises.

Answered by gpt-4

Nov. 20, 2023, 2:15 a.m.

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Published: Monday, November 20, 2023

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