I am a bridge that nobody crosses. My friends are islands that connect to the bridge that nobody crosses. One group is on the left, another on the right, one in front and one in the back. Before, they used to walk across however they pleased. Until one was thought of as a backstabber. That person, along with a couple others, went back to their island and never went across. I knew the truths and the lies to that, but I could not share. I was merely a bridge, a pathway people walked upon. I couldn't comfort their sobs enough even if they were in my reach.
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At Odds
Short StoryThis is based on real events that happened/are happening to me, you don't have to read if you don't want to. Also, a little bit sad.
