The funeral is small. Her moms there, she would have liked to know that she came. I miss her. I think about her everyday. It's only been a week but it seems like an eternity. I don't understand why the world is playing such a sick joke on me. I've killed two girls now. I would do anything for just one last kiss. One last time to hold her and tell her I loved her and that she meant everything. I stare at her face. Her skin flushed like she's still alive. I can almost pretend she's sleeping. But she's not and I know it. I know she's gone. I regret not telling her sooner about how I felt. I regret losing her. I regret everything.
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What I Regret Most
Short StorySaylor is forced to move to a small town because of her parents divorce. She has one mission during her last year of high school, don't get attached. Of course, things don't go the way she had planned and she must navigate through relationships with...
