I didn’t know if I could do it.
If I could break the vow.
The vow I had lived by for so long.
I didn’t know if I could break it.
But I knew I had to.
There was no other way.
None that I could see.
I had to break it.
She needed my help.
Help I couldn’t give her.
As long as I was bound by that oath.
A vow that had given me nothing.
But I didn’t know how to break it.
I didn’t know if I could.
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Categories: flash fiction