I know what i should do,what she'z expecting...and still , pretending like a child lost in herd.Complete blackout.Can't move myself to make her feel a bit comfortable,neither do she.
she look almost d same last time we met... but this time i cant read her eyes...i have no idea why we havnt uttered a single word.... that swinging wooden bridge seems to have seen lots of people tearing apart... heart strings breaking ...but suddenly the silence breaks... splash of those tears on that dark brown cracked wood was a bit heavy for that old bridge.fog was heavy for the first time for shoulders to move.....i should nt have made that call last night.
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