I found an entry in my diary from 2 years ago. You know, after all the things that happened that year. This is what part of it says:
It wasn't until that moment that I felt it: regret. I regretted ever meeting his gaze for the first time and meeting it every time since. I regretted missing my chance to meet his gaze for the last time.
Funny; now I wish I never regretted a thing the first time around. Things would've been a lot easier.
YOU ARE READING
Storm
Short StoryAnd if you peel back the layers, all you'll have is a flower that can't go back together. ----- The story of Storm and the way she fell apart.
