He still remembered the last time he held her in one of his bear hugs. He could still feel the warm kiss she gave on his forehead. He had closed his eyes and savoured the moment even as he tucked a wayward strand of her hair behind her ear. If only he had known at … Continue reading short story #35: The Last Time
"Don't worry. I'm okay", she lied.
Regret was unforgiving. Like her past.
Work beckoned her but sleep prevailed.
Reading healed her heart. Slowly, steadily.