Prompt for December 3, 2015

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:

I wanted to reach out and hold her hand, bring her in close and hug her, protect her from everything that was happening. But I couldn’t. I was the friend, the one she always called when she needed help with something, the one who picked her up when she was too drunk to drive and the one who brought her home. Safely. And alone. I wanted to comfort her and make love to her all night long. I couldn’t, I was her “friend”. But as I looked at her crying, mourning the loss of her father, the only thing I could do was reach out and hold her tight.

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