The final day was the best day.
I guess that’s how it goes.
You enjoy something but don’t know how much until it’s coming to an end.
I didn’t want to go.
I wanted to stay.
But it was time to get back to reality.
I had to go back home.
Not because I wanted.
But because people needed me there.
And I couldn’t just leave them.
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Categories: flash fiction