The Last Dance
A Flash Fiction Tale of Love and Regret
She spotted him across the crowded ballroom, and her heart skipped a beat. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and she knew she had to meet him. They danced the night away, lost in each other's eyes. "I've never felt this way before," she whispered. "Me neither," he replied.
As the night drew to a close, she knew it was the end of something special. "Can I see you again?" she asked. "I wish I could, but I'm leaving tomorrow," he replied, his eyes filled with regret.
With a heavy heart, she watched him walk away. She never forgot that last dance, and what could have been.
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