"Hm? What are you talking about, that myth's been going around since forever, there isn't a boy waiting on the bridge!" A boy laughed as he took out his phone, looking at the time. Facing the bridge, he turned on the camera to make sure his face wasn't weird, and that was when he saw it.
A scream was heard as a girl ran over.
"Are you ok? What happened?" She questioned.
Fumbling with his phone, the boy pointed the camera towards the edge of the bridge.There, stood a boy in black and white, holding a scribbled-out self-photo of them. It was in a frame for funerals.
"Wh-who is that? What are they doing?" He fumbled with his words, still freaked out by the small boy crying continuously while blinking. "This isn't a virus in my phone, right? Right?" The boy shook the girl.
The girl, not even phased, laughed."That's [ ]!" She answered, waving to the crying boy.
"Wh-who? Y-you didn't say his name-" The boy started.
"Hm? I said that's [ ]!" She laughed again.
"Wait, have you never heard of the legend of the 'Crying Boy By The Bridge'?" The girl stared at the confused boy in disbelief.
"N-no, of course, I have, b-but I never believed it-"
"That's him! That's the Crying Boy. He's been here for a couple decades, from what I heard." The girl laughed.
The boy, still crying, holding the photo, merely stared and blinked as the girl and boy had a conversation.
Was anyone going to notice his body under the bridge?
[picrew link : https://picrew.me/image_maker/84376 ]
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Picrew Short Stories
FanfictionJust short stories I made from Picrews. This is more of a dump tbh.
