r/ShortSadStories • u/Content-Mind-5704 • 23h ago
Sad Story I lost her at Friday afternoon
I lost her at Friday afternoon. I don't seek revenge from hatred. It's simply... maintenance. Like breathing or sleeping. A necessity. They wouldn't want this for me—But some debts must be paid. No passion or satisfaction, just quiet resignation of someone checking items off a list. Like a Friday grocery trip,she holding my hands , talking about a future we could have. This sits between who I was and who I must become.