Excerpts From the Stories I'll Never Write

[22] Last Dance

The couple danced to the sweet music. To everyone, it may seem romantic. But little did they know, it was already their last dance together.

Her eyes are on the ground.

His eyes are focused on the stage.

“Once you let go of my hand, we’re over,” he said.

She didn’t let go. Instead, both of her hands are now holding on to his hand.

She didn’t let go.

But he did.

The song ended.

So are they.

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