There are lots of things I could have done, so many choices, and all of them were wrong. Even if I had stayed when you were crying, it wouldn't change your mind. You were set on doing what you did. It didn't matter how many times I told you that you are beautiful. I think you had decided before we even met, but not even I could keep you afloat forever. I blamed myself you know, I blamed myself for not being able to save you. Deep down I still do. Blaming myself does nothing but cause me pain. There are things I could have done, but I didn't, and it's over now. What's done is done. All I need to do now is say goodbye.
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Little stories
Short StoryA bunch of short stories I have written, as well as the start of stories I likely won't finish. If you would like me to continue a story feel free to ave a comment. I have moved these stories from a different account
