Regret

Short prose.

We were alone and sitting in a dark room. All was silent. So silent every thought I created seemed to echo throughout the room. She seemed so perfect. Just sitting there. I wanted to do something, but I never did. And that is what I most regret.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Marie]

We regret the things we didn't do as much as we regret the things we did. Good story.