I lean over the railing of the bridge watching the water take its course.
"Are you gonna jump?" Cigarette asks from behind me.
I smile "No, not yet. I still have some things holding me here." I say turning to face him.
He looks at me before looking out onto the city landscape.
"What demons are you fighting?" he asks pulling a cigarette from his pocket.
I look down staring at the scars lining my arms.
"What are yours?"
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Summer and Winter
Short StoryA story of how the snow fell in love with sun. Cover by @kaykay113226