(Written: 9-12-21)
It all started when she came along. Everything she did lead up to where I was now. I just wish I could have realized it sooner. Before everything fell to pieces. Could I have prevented it? What were the differences between the day we first met and the day it all came to an end? There were too many to count, but those details wouldn't have helped me. None of that could've possibly told me what would've happened next or if I would even have a chance to tell the tale. What exactly happened when we first met? I find myself replaying it in my head almost every day. To reminisce or to find answers? I couldn't tell, but that wouldn't stop me from doing it again and again.
(Uh...it's not a lot, but it's something)
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A Collection of Short Stories
Short StoryI'm in a creative writing class at my high school. We write a lot of short stories and I wanted to share them here. So, I hope you like them.
