Velvet Verbosity has posted yet another wonderful 100 word challenge. The theme word was starved. This is my attempt:
Immured
I lay here on the floor, praying for my soul to be taken. My body feels heavy and weak but my heart even heavier. The walls around me will soon be my tomb.
The dimming memory of one small yet glorious tryst is all I have to last me until my final breath. I have loved the most beautiful love. Innocently immured until death because I was unaware my lovely one was betrothed to another.
The world is narrowing as I lay alone shivering on the floor. I must say goodbye to life and then I will be no more.
Into the Sun 
This is heartbreaking. Beautifully written.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting! Glad you like it.
Reads like a prose poem =)
I hadn’t really intended that but now that I think about it, it does!
Great write, It’s an accepted saddness that I feel from it:-)
Thanks, I think he has come to terms with his fate and decided that the few moments with his love was worth the punishment.
I liked how you sampled the Lord’s Prayer (is that the one?) and remixed it for the opening line. Well done!
Thanks John! I am glad you stopped by to read it.
such grief – well written
Thank you!
So sad and tragic, makes you want to “save” her.
Thanks for popping over for a read and for the fabulous prompts!