She had no one.
Then, she had him.
They were best friends.
He loved her as more than a friend.
But she was slow.
She did not understand that she felt the same way, till he was running away...
Away from her into another girl's arms.
But she was too slow to catch up.
Too slow to tell him yes.
She slowly cried.
Her heart beat slow.
And she slowly died.
With a slow broken heart.
The End.
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A Series of Flash Fictions
NouvellesA few or so very short fiction stories about nothing in particular. If requested, I can do a longer story on a flash fiction that I post. Reviews are welcome, I would love to improve my writing.
