how she had found suicide bridge,
she did not know.
yet somehow, whenever something went the way it did before,
she would make her way here, reluctant.
she dreamt of the day she had the courage to jump,
yet dreaded the days she thought of the guilt and could not.
today, though, she met him there.
he gave her courage.
you know, how around someone you felt comfortable around,
you were capable of many things?
she was.
YOU ARE READING
him her
Teen Fiction'they're kind of dead, sir' short story #131 t.f #663 2014 [currently 372 in ss)
