Chapter Two: Harbor.
Summer was sitting peacefully at the harbor, looking down at the clear blue fresh water. Her small narrow feet were touching the water, trailing back and forth. It was cold, but Summer didn't mind.
When she turned around, she caught sight of a beautiful boy with curly chestnut brown hair. He looked sad, just like her. Summer felt like there was a fire igniting inside of her, heating her body up. She didn't know whether to walk over to him and say hi, or to stay where she was and ignore her futile thoughts.
She finally decided on the latter.
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Short Story❝Grief and sorrow will always be near you, but it must not destroy you.❞ In which a broken girl and a broken boy were lost in a world full of agony. *** [completed] #86 in short story ; Broken Hills. copyright © 2016. all rights reserved.
