And now she is gone.
I know I should be glad we had the years together that we did have. I know we lived more in those years than most people do in a lifetime.
And yet, somehow it doesn’t seem enough. Why couldn't we have grown old together?
Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.
This is a work of fiction. The characters and situations are purely imaginary, and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended.