BITTERSWEET MEMORIES
Young love is sometimes good but hurtful and stupid at the same time
He was running towards the statue and I stopped for a moment, hesitating, but I mistered up courage and tried following him but my legs wouldn't move, it was rooted on the spot, everything around me started burning "No...no'' I mumbled. The flames were high; too high, I won't survive this. Fear was building up inside...