I had not been to school in for a month and I was not planning on going back. The moment I tried to see if she was actually real was the moment I realized that I was not the same as her. How could I try to like her when she was so beautiful and I was just a boy, nothing special.
I tried to go home but as loud as I could speak I was speaking in silence and no one was listening. So I left the retched place of home and parted my ways with the river. The only place I felt welcomed was the cliff. It was the only place that had given me something to see and give me courage.
Sitting on the edge, kicking rocks and staring into the deep below made me wonder when this season would pass. When winter would end and spring would come again. Winter is the coldest season of the year and probably the coldest one yet for me.
She was there again, at the cliff, but this time she was actually there. I was staring into those wonderful eyes of hers and she grabbed my hand, she was real. I let go remembering who I was and who she was. Who was I to hold her hand?
She ran and she jumped off the cliff with a soft landing, gracefully like an angel on the other side. She is standing across from the edge and she is telling me to come. To come to her. Why all of sudden I felt this slight rush to jump? and without any thought I did.
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕰𝖓𝖉
Fanfictiona tale of the unknown, when a boy is fighting struggles none can see. He is not transparent, but rather foggy. Like the sight of a car window charging through rain trying to find its way, but the words crashing down on him, will not let him push.
