I should have asked her if she liked it.
If she was okay with me being out all night.
But I never asked her.
I never asked what she wanted.
So I guess I only have myself to blame.
She’s gone and there’s nothing I can do about it.
She’s gone because of me.
And the worst part is that she’d still be here, with me, if I’d only asked her what she wanted.
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Categories: flash fiction