I kept that flower cutting. It's currently growing in a pot in my house over the winter. When its warmer outside I'm going to take it with me to the glade in the forest and plant it right there in the middle. Right in front of the oak. Protected, like she always should have been.
The mutt hanged himself a few weeks after I last saw him. It doesn't matter much to me. I still don't feel any remorse. As for the glade, if I could only turn back time to that night. Everything would be different. How I wish that I kissed her that night. It still annoys me. In afterthought I might even had proposed. Even if we weren't old enough. It wouldn't matter. If only I had one more chance.
But life doesn't give second chances like that.
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Elderflowers of June
Kısa Hikaye"A big silhouette of a man met me on the threshold. He reeked of alcohol and could hardly stand by himself. It was the man from the store. Her father." A short story about young love, somewhere in the past. A story about taking chances, or losing th...
