Chapter Seventeen: Flashback.
"Come on, Summer!" Noah's british voice yelled. His eyes were bright and he smiled from ear to ear. The sun shone perfectly down at him, making his light hair look like it was coated in oil.
"No. It's too long down," Summer replied in a shaky voice. "What if I break both my legs," She pointed out. The twelve year old boy laughed in response and Summer found herself laughing too. She was smitten by him. He always brightened her days. Even when Summer was scared or sad, he could make her smile. Just a little.
"I'll catch you. I promise." He opened his arms with a faint smile on his joyful face. Summer hesitated, locking eyes with Noah. And so she finally jumped down from the tree house to find herself in Noah's arms. Safe.
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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.
