A bicycle is ridden, then lost to a thief.
An improbably happy recovery is made, but the world is not the same.
A story about meaning, or the lack thereof, about depression and loss.
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A bicycle is ridden, then lost to a thief.
An improbably happy recovery is made, but the world is not the same.
A story about meaning, or the lack thereof, about depression and loss.
He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear.
"Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A c...