I knew what I was doing wasn’t right.
I knew there was another way.
A better way.
But I didn’t care.
This was the fastest way.
And I had to get it done quickly.
I had to.
She didn’t have time.
So I couldn’t go the long way.
There wasn’t time.
She didn’t have time for me to do the right thing.
I had to take the quick route.
Even if that meant doing something wrong.
If you enjoyed this story please don’t hesitate to follow my blog for more!
Follow me on twitter! @Rtillyflash