A short story of a life between two people and the love between.


You are on the other side of this river, you gaze at me with hope of a return. I look back at you and see a child, a child with hopes of a return. The river full of knives and sharp edges with darkness and sorrow. What I must do is to cross the bridge without falling. You want to go, leave and never come back.

I won't let you.

Please, do not burn the bridge just yet.

Short story by The L
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Written on 2010-04-05 at 20:32

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