Standing on
the bridge, staring down at the river flowing beneath me, I felt small and
powerless. The world is huge, and I’m just a tiny part of it, I thought to
myself. Glancing over at my little brother, I noticed that his face was also sprinkled with tears. Still clutching the daffodil Lacy had given him, he
turned to face me.
“Why did she have to do this?” he sobbed.
I pulled him into a hug.
“You know she had to,” I replied.
Looking back down at the river, I realized that it was
turning pink. Suddenly, we were falling.
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