"Kier..." when she whispered my name, it was a one in a million song. I always loved hearing my name from her. She says it in a way that nobody could, she says it as if it's the most precious thing in the world.
She gave me a tight hug, but it wasn't comforting at all. It only sealed the inevitability of what was going to happen.
This is the most painful hug she has ever given me, far more painful than that hug under the rain, three days ago when I saw her at the hilltop, our old meeting place. It felt like this would be the very last time I could hold her this close.
I didn't want to let her go, but she was the first one who did.
I had no choice, but simply unclasp my arms around her. I felt empty. Alone.
There was no use holding on to something that was never there in the first place.
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At The Wedding
Short Story{{English}} Wishing to reunite with his best friend, Kier Knights finally came back to his home town and found himself in a different welcoming party that required him to wear a white tuxedo, smile in front of everyone, walk on a long...
