{"id":4376,"date":"2025-01-24T10:47:50","date_gmt":"2025-01-24T15:47:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=4376"},"modified":"2025-01-24T20:51:01","modified_gmt":"2025-01-25T01:51:01","slug":"the-missed-chance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=4376","title":{"rendered":"The Missed Chance"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"\"><em>The writing prompt for this piece was &#8211; a tear.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"\"><b><u>The Missed Chance<\/u><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The look on her face said it all. Closed eyes, head down, and a tear falling down into her lap. This was the day that she never thought would happen.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">She took the long path to get to where he was. She thought he would be there waiting, but she was too late.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The emotions that had built up in her, the thoughts that continued in her mind, and all the words she had not gotten a chance to say were gone. He was gone.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">She should have been comforted. He was in a better place than he had been. He had reached the next plateau of spirit, wherever one goes after death. But she could not get beyond the fact that he left too soon, and she was too late.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Memories of their time together flooded her mind. All the places that they\u2019d been. All the friends that they made. All the love that they had shared.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Of course, the things that did not go well were buried in those memories, too. The miscommunication. The relationships outside of their bond, both hers and his. The arguments.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">She believed the breakup was a good thing. The departure was needed and would work. But it hadn\u2019t. And here she was, saying goodbye to a ghost. It wasn\u2019t fair. It should have been her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Had she taken the shorter path, she might have been there early enough to stop him from giving up on her. If he had waited just a few minutes more, she would have been there in time.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Fate is a cruel mistress. Did he leave in anger? Was it frustration at her being late? Was it another meeting he had to go to? She\u2019ll never know.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And what about the vehicle that hit him? Was it an accident or some spurned lover seeking revenge?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The look on her face said it all as the unending tears continued to fall.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The writing prompt for this piece was &#8211; a tear. The Missed Chance The look on her face said it all. Closed eyes, head down, and a tear falling down into her lap. 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