Chapter Twenty: Mysteries.
"So, how are you holding up?" Summer asked Winter. She didn't know where this bravery or talkative side came from. What she did know was that it felt really good.
"Fine, I guess," Answered Winter. He looked like he was going to break down any minute now, it made Summer's heart hurt. Badly. His curly hair was messy, looking as if he had run his fingers through it all day. Summer couldn't stop looking at him in curiosity. He was so mysterious. He reminded her of Margo Spielberg.
She loved mysteries so much that she became one.
Winter was a mystery. You knew nothing about him, but still it seemed like he was telling you his whole life story just by looking into your eyes. He spoke with them.
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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.
