There goes my girl. It's extra cruel that in this particular moment, she's at her absolute most beautiful. Time slows down as she walks, so that the last few moments she's mine last just a little bit longer. I'm happy for that. I savor every second. But before long, her man smiles, and any chance I had to make things right ends as their lips touch. I don't hate him. I don't even envy him. I don't know what I feel as they exit the chapel, and I'm the only one in it still seated and not celebrating.
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Original Shorts
Science FictionThree short responses to a roll thread on /x/ from a long time ago. After the first three are five that I wrote out of the blue during the winter of 2013. Pick the one that interests you most, they can all be read as individuals.
