She was so young.
She was so goddamned young.
This was my fault.
I never got to tell her that I loved her. And now that she's gone, I never will. I never deserved her anyway. As I sat there, her limp body in my arms, I could only think to myself; What if I had cherished my time with her? I always knew she could be gone at any moment, but I didn't know it would be this soon.
How will I ever recover? I look to him. He helped me through everything. And I stare at him, his expression goes blank. He doesn't know what to do either. For the first time, he doesn't think he knows what to do.
He looks at me, and silently expresses something. I leave the body there and call the cops. He helps me up.
We go for a drink
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Storie breviAssortment of small stories. They may need italics or bold, I'll add them later.
