Original Short & Long Stories! (old)

❌✅Under a bridge is sorrow. (4)

The last Under a bridge is a green door short story in original short stories book D:

Also, song created by ry_ha

Video: Inspira (they did not make the song only shared the song)

Soundcloud is in the desc if you wanna see their other works (pretty good tho)

469 words
Genre: Romance, short and fiction.

Tomorrow too

You weren't here.

Where did you go?

Why did I not get rid of your sorrow?

"Like tomorrow we could-" I thought.

But...

Maybe you aren't coming tomorrow because of what I've said about my father.

It's always my fault, isn't it...?

Those last words... "I HATE YOU"

Did you really mean that?

...

What I wish what you should've said is "_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _!"

However, maybe that wish wouldn't come true at all.

I keep remembering your smile for the first time.

No, it's not one when you were embarrassed.

Not the one that you were angry.

Not the one that was forced.

Not any of those.

But that time, where you smiled for what seemed like you thought wouldn't be possible.

That was the true smile.

The true smile that you felt like you can be yourself again.

That smile... It caused my heart to burst so much joy within me... And hopes of helping you remember that everything can be alright again.

"You see... Ron, my father is a rich man and-"

I could've just told him something else y' know?

"He used to always tell off workers-"

I mean it's not bad if you told a little bit of your life story... Right?

"but he is a nice guy when you get to know him, however-"

However...

"he isn't the nicest person in the world you know?"

And it would been nice if I could shut out memories as Ron did.

"He... Kept punishing and rushing his employees until one day.."

If I didn't tell him any of this. It would be all different, he wouldn't have to disappear and to be claiming that he-

"Someone died... And my father was arrested and called in for court."

"From that day he didn't win the battle, now, till' this day, he's in jail."

Yet, that someone...

That someone is someone you love.

And I knew it was gonna happen one way or another.

When I was a kid.

I tried telling my father to stop hurting his employees.

And all of them had families.

Yet, he worked them to death.

Because of me.

Because I couldn't stop it from happening...

It's my fault.

You blamed me for your loved one's death.

You hated me because I couldn't stop it.

You wanted me to help you.

And you wished that it could go all away didn't you?

So did I.

And until then... I'll wait.. Until that wish comes true.

3/31/2019