I saw them sitting in that restaurant.
They were happy.
She was happy.
He had her hand in his.
Both of them were smiling.
It was a pretty picture, I must say.
But he was in my spot.
I was supposed to be there holding her hand.
Never anyone else.
So I knew what I had to do.
It was simple.
If they wanted to be happy without me they could.
But they would be happy together in eternity instead.
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Categories: flash fiction