"When you were here, you never knew how much you would be missed, but not a day goes by that we don't think about you. The worst part is we never said goodbye."
She said as she thought about her friend now lying 6 feet under the ground. Every week for the past few years she would visit her grave, feeling guilty for not being able to save her. Now, leaving town for a far away place, she said her final goodbyes and watched as the sun also bids farewell to her friend...
DISCLAIMER: Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Quote by Ash Sweeney
So, uhm, this is like a short epilogue of the story I made several weeks ago :)
You can read it here: Hanging By The Cliff
Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there’ll always be better writers than you and there’ll always be smarter writers than you. There will always be people who are much better at doing this or doing that - but you are the only you. -Neil Gaiman