It's really fucking cold. The snow is falling steadily around me in big, fluffy clumps. The railing of the bridge is sturdy even as I sit atop it. They must've fixed it up with stronger material after the accident. The shrine to Shawn is barely visible underneath the layers of snow, only a few stray flowers and stuffed animals manage to poke through. I've haven't been here since the day of his funeral but it seemed fitting to be here once again on the anniversary of his death. The ice that covered the river was already starting to melt, so much that it would give way under the slightest pressure change. I was counting on that. For a moment Henessey's face flashed in my mind and a twinge of pain stabbed at me. She will never forgive me for this. None of them will, despite the letters I mailed out today with my reasoning and goodbyes. I take a deep breath and look up feeling the snowfall on my face. There is a strange sense of peace around me as I take one last look at the shrine.
"See you soon," I whisper. And then I let go.
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The Wondrous Pain of Letting Go
Teen Fiction"I can still hear his screams! It's all I hear and it just gets louder and louder until I can't tell if they're his screams or my own! I just need it to stop! Please just make it stop." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5 things you can see. 4 things you...
