I set my rusty mechanical alarm clock to wake me up before the sun rose. Careful to not wake anyone up, I tiptoed out of the house and sprinted through the meadow to the river.I slid down a small, steep dirt path that led to under the bridge. I sat down, leaned against the stone wall, and waited.
A few moments later, I could see a figure slowly moving across the barley meadow. As it came closer, I realized who it was and shifted about to maintain comfort.
The boy walked down a small brick staircase to the river. He was about to kneel down, but stood up abruptly; he must have heard my breath echoing under the bridge.
The boy scanned the area frantically. His eyes were full of fright and confusion. Something told me he wasn't supposed to be here...
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Across the Bridge
RomanceMerida and Jeremy live in two different districts. Every day the meet each other at a bridge, but as the time goes on, chance of not being caught will become scarce, on top of discovering a secret that may save everything...
