Interlude.
A Short Story
A Short Story
The fragility of life. Of love. Of freedom.
I want to know if you know why you did what you did.
I want to know if you think about it.
I never want to see you again.
And the words pour out of me.
I want to know what you’d say if you saw me now.
No, better than that — I want to know what you’d think.
I wonder if you’d be proud of me.