• There we were sitting a the edge of the bridge looking down upon the water. The water moved so fast yet it looked like it moved ever so slightly. It was weird sharing my secret place with him. The secret place that i have kept ever since i was little, now the seceret soiled, broken be me, told to him, shared with him, ruined by him. This place usualy brightened my day, but now it only seemed to darken it. We both sat there waiting for the other to speak. I don't know how much time had pasted as we waited. Waited fo what though the first word, the first action, or for it it end. Later, not much later but a good amout later he spoke. He spoke the first words of our last conversation.

    "I am truly sorry for what had to happen back there. I did not want it to happen that way nor did I mean it that way," he said.

    " But it did happen that way! I am so sick of you always doubting this! And you, you always deny it!"

    "I never denyed any of it!"

    " But you never affirm it. Not once have I ever heard you brag about it like every other man on this earth!"

    But then as i stopped the tention of our conversation grew. And then it started to rain. The clouds just let go without worning. Just like they exploded like i wanted to. As the rain continued to poor i got up put up the jaacket of my hood and stated running for the woods. There i knew I could stay dry, stay safe, stay away form him. As i ran I could hear footsteps behind me and i knew the belonged to him. As fast as I was running he managed to run a little bit faster. We made it into the woods both of us now running at a force pledge speed through the darkness. All that i could see was his shadow standing next to me like it had been all these years, even from before i really knew him. Then all of a sudden something had grabed me by the are and pulled me back. The force from his grip was so strong it felt like my arm had just popped out of its socket. Then with all of his force he slamed me up agenst a tree, but with all the force applyed to that it felt as though he wasn't even trying. I was starting to become fearful now ans that was one thing I have learned. Never be fearfull. He stared at me leaving me only to guess what will happen next. Then for the first time in years I acctually prayed. I prayed for someone to be there for once to see me, look at me, to discover me. I prayed to hear someone or see someone or at least something. Something besides the birds. But no that was all that was there those damned birds dining their songs of happiness and joy, or for all i knew songs of despair and dread. Then I seemed to come back to reality and the first thing I saw was his cold eyes looking strait into mine. Then he did the unecspected he pulled out his knife and held it slightly under my chin and said,

    " I told you I am sorry and I regret fully for having to do this but you leave me no ch---," he stoped and then his eyes seemed to become softer, softer then ever before.

    " I'm sorry," i said.

    Then I let go of him and he fell backwards twords the earth. Then I lifted up my hand it holding my silver knife, that i had kept for emergencies only, cover in blood. I dropped the knife then and bent down to his side and wispered in his ear.

    "Love what mysterious things it drives us to do."

    And with that i stood back up and started walking away. I never looked back. Not once.


    The End!