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Last Three Seconds Were Mine
She came without warning, stayed without explanation, and left before he could understand why.
In a quiet balcony conversation, a single question unravels the truth too late-that she didn't come to be with him, but to say goodbye.
A microfiction about love, loss, and the cruel timing of realization.
Because sometimes, in the end,
someone chooses you-
while you don't even know you're losing them.