Well, every story has a hero. There is one in mine too. Christopher.
He is my neighbour. He's been my friend since we were way young; I guess about four or five years old. He's been there every step of the way and he is my best friend.
Now, like every story the hero is unattainable here too. You see, I grew up in the most conservative of the societies. Seeing a girl with a guy is a taboo, even now. In spite of that, our friendship seems to flourish.
Chris looks like every other guy. There's nothing special about him, except maybe for the fact that he is the kindest person you could ever meet. He has a heart that doesn't fit his chest, you could say.
Chris is tall and lean. He has dark hair and his eyes are the colour of warm chocolate. He is funny in a weird way and is a loyal friend who's got your back. There, you've got a character sketch.
No, I don't have a crush on him. It's just that, he's the only one who knows me well enough to save me.
There I go again.
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The Reflection
Short StoryReflection. The word has so many meanings that one loses track. In this context, though? Read more to find out !
