The tears made their way down her cheeks this time. The empty room haunted her. She cursed herself for letting it slide while she whispered to herself,
"I must have been a little more attentive. I must have said it earlier..."
Somewhere far, her only love was getting married to someone with his heart occupied with a girl who wasn't his bride.
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Microtales
RandomBite sized stories. Minimalistic stories Drabbles Microfiction All under 100 words Hope on to this journey where I won't elaborate stories. Read them because it hardly requires a few seconds. Decipher the depth of tiny plots. Happy Reading
