They sat together gazing.
"This is hard."
"You're right. Goodbyes are the worst."
"I know right? We have so much to say goodbye to."
"Yeah..." He sighed. "But can you believe all the things we've been through?"
"Tell me about it! Wonderful memories. Just wonderful." She replied.
"How will we be able to move past this?"
"I think we just did. Since all of this is a memory now."
"Yeah. Guess it's all over."
They gazed some more at all the things they attained. All the things they gained."
"Not to brag but," she suddenly started, "we're some kind of heroes."
"Are we?" She laughed.
"Yes. Maybe we were heroes all along and the kid is the only one that realized."
He looked at her. He wondered who the kid was.
But looking in her eyes, he knew she was being abstract. The kid was him, her, the society around them, the kids looking up to them.
And he realized that they were in fact heroes.
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Advice?
Короткий рассказ(Really) Short stories that some of us pass by in real life. These stories are made for comments. For seeing how everyone cope with them. These stories are for giving advice. For telling you that you're not alone.
