They attended a concert of his favorite band, and they positioned near the stage. The crowd became too dense, and she felt nauseous and dizzy. She did not want to spoil his night, so she breathed in and out until she felt a familiar hand on her wrist.
"Let's go there," he said as he pointed toward an area with a fewer people.
She obliged because she couldn't take it anymore. He left her for a while and came back with a bottle of water.
"I'm sorry," she said and frowned, "for ruining your night. It's even your favorite band."
"I'm okay watching them from afar and be with my favorite person, healthy and okay."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...
