Conscience; My dear, I took you for granted.
You asked me not to cross Love's Bridge. "It's far too risky." You said.
I didn't care.
I took my chances, and fearfully walked across the unstable bridge, hoping there would be something waiting for me on the other side.
To my surprise, no one was waiting for me. My expectations were smashed, and the deadness of my heart was exposed through my tears.
Love didn't care.
Love felt no sympathy whatsoever for me.
I returned to my conscience, depressed and heartbroken.
" See what I told you?" She said.
" Oh yes. I know now that love is NOT a fair game, and it is promised to no one.
The next day...
I snuck off to Love's Bridge again while my conscience was sleeping...
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