There is good, and there is bad.
There is heaven, and there is hell.
There is childhood, and there is youth.
There is adulthood, and there is old age.
There is birth, and there is death.
There is time, and there is space.
There is pain, and there is pleasure.
There is a valley, and in it there is a footbridge.
"Without pain, how could we know joy?' ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars.
But, what if there is just pain?
Or just joy?
Or simply neither of them?
Life is made of choices, and all of them result on the same way.
This book is a set of personal experiences, choices, consequences, emotions and passages.
All of this is interpreted as a boy, a valley and a footbridge.
How will you cross it?
Translated by @karlajaguar
Cover design by @CoversForfree20010
"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck.
"I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me.
"What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin.
"Who cares."
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Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things.
- YOP