Emre walked down the street, not noticing the rain falling.
Yet, it made him feel something other than emptiness and covered the tears running down.
He told his friend not to go. He told him going to a nightclub would be stupid.
Just party at home. Listen to your crazy headache music at home. Flick the lights on and off at home.
But Emre was in London, so what he said meant nothing.
Yet, he felt like it was his fault.
If he didn't study abroad, his friend wouldn't have died in Orlando. He would have listened. Emre knew it.
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The 100 Word Drabbles
Short StoryDon't think I can write a story in only 100 words? Neither do I, but I plan to try it out.
