The storm before february ends

A short story (memoire) fiction on a bittersweet journey. Her first breakup she's wounded with- a love from a distance. A microstory- diary piece I made but altering some scenarios to add some distinct shade.

She found herself regretting the what if's. She could've avoided the destruction of the storm that is hinting along her way. Now, haunted by the guilt she wished she could've done during that time, but a dream awakens her mind. What could the dream be: An ally by her side that comforts her? Or, a disastrous one that weakens her? A sight of bad weather was hissing beforehand. Was it a threat, or was it there to caress her for the horrible thing that is about to happen. Who knows...

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//magier ♑︎