I never told you that I loved you. It just hit me today, so suddenly. I never told you. Here I am, drowning, dying, because you aren't here.
And you don't even know. Why didn't I tell you? Why the hell did I hold it in?
Regret leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I loved you, Ethan. I still do.
I can't believe that I still do.
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Out of Ink | A Short Story
Short Story❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017