I stand at the railing and close my eyes listening to the sound of the rushing water. I love this bridge.
Before my mom died, she'd take me on walks to this bridge everyday. It was her favorite spot; it was where she met my father.
I take out my last cigarette and light it.
"Well, if it isn't June."
I jump startled and turn to look into the deep brown eyes of Cigarette. The bags under his eyes have gotten darker and he appears to have gotten paler.
I smile up at him and he smirks back at me.
"Hi there stranger."
He stands beside me and lets his eyes roam my body.
"I would've worn something nicer had I known you'd finally be back." I say meeting his eyes.
"You look beautiful." he says turn his head toward the city skyline.
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Summer and Winter
KurzgeschichtenA story of how the snow fell in love with sun. Cover by @kaykay113226