They don't hold hands when they walk anymore and it troubles her to no end. But she is not the only one greatly troubled and when the silence is finally broken, a few tears will be shed.Category: Completed Short Stories
I could tell you that I regretted it. Regretted every moment I spent in his arms. I could tell you that I regretted it. That there was no nostalgia. I could tell you I was naïve, that he manipulated me. I could tell you I never wanted him. Never sought him out. I could tell you I regretted it, wished it never happened. That I never let him near me but that would be a lie.Category: Completed Short Stories