I was always there.
And I was always going to be there.
I was always going to be there for her.
Because I loved her.
I loved her so much.
I couldn’t stand not being there for her.
Not being with her.
I couldn’t imagine a life without her.
So I was there.
Until the one night when I wasn’t.
That afternoon was the last time I saw her.
If you enjoyed this story please don’t hesitate to follow my blog for more!
Follow me on twitter! @Rtillyflash
Categories: flash fiction