I knew they didn’t want me there.
But I didn’t care.
I wanted to be there.
No, I had to be there.
I had to see her.
I had to tell her what I felt.
I had to let her know.
Tonight, before it was too late.
That’s why I was there.
Even though they didn’t want me there.
Because of her.
Because I had to see her.
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Categories: flash fiction