Washed Away

I'll never forget the look on my Mother's face when the bridge collapsed.

Terror.

Sheer terror.

And it was all my fault.

If only I hadn't decided to meet up with my friend Georgina that day, if only we hadn't decided to hang out by the lake, if only we hadn't decided to brave that old bridge.

If only, if only, if only.

Decisions of the wrong choice can lead to someone's life being snatched away, brutally and painfully.

I learned that the hard way.

Every year on the anniversary of her death, I go to that very spot where I had watched her get washed away to her death.

This year, however, was going to be very different...

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Just as a warning, there is a chance that I won't continue with this story so sorry to anyone who really likes this. =(

Anwho, if I do choose to continue with this, enjoy! =D xox

(If I do happen to continue with it, there will probably be few and not so frequent updates)