Now I watch, I watch as he marries another woman.
Even if I did guide him here. Even if I did help him take those small important choices that I thought were right for him. I envy her.
I envy what I see. I wish...I wish I could've been her.
But now, it is my time to leave and finally, let him rest at ease.
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RomanceI wish I could've been her, but now it is my time to leave and let him rest at ease. (This is my first story so please don't judge tHaNKs!)