10 years passed and I still visit your grave. Bringing for you flowers, balloons and chocolates. "The lost time " craved on your stones like a story trapped between these three words.
The rain poured louder, I kissed your gravestone and All I could do was turn around and walk through the rain.
THE END.
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The lost times || Completed
Short StoryThey loved each other it was true except for one thing TIME
