One day would never be enough. He needed time. He needed to be able to convince her to stay. But could a life altering decision be impacted by one day?
He had to try.
Damon had always been a checklist person.
Buy flowers.
Surprise her at home.
Convince her to stay.
Three measly albeit monumental objectives he told himself as he left on the cool autumn morning.
Flowers in hand Damon spotted Mandy, she traced her finger along the dry buds her mother's beloved lilac tree.
The tears in her eyes told him he wasn't too late.
About the Creator
E. W. Lynn
I love to read and am now beginning to enjoy writing.
I aspire to be a published author, as a hobby. I currently have 4 novel ideas going.
Wish me luck! :)
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