The rusty boat
©Georgia Koch
It was left stranded by the lake. A wooden boat, which once hosted their dreams of a life together. It had been the seat of their soft embraces, their loud laughs and their endless conversations. Now all that was left was a reminder of what could have once been.
Constantine could not bear to let it go. He knew it was worse having it there, a daily reminder of her, knowing she would never return. But he simply could not part with it. He preferred the pain of remembrance than forgetting that he once had touched upon his heart’s desire.
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MC's Whispers 
Very sad, he can’t move on. I feel his pain.
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It is so hard to let go… and then we keep the part that pains the most.
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A sweet take on the prompt. Sometimes memories are worth the pain.
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