What are we going to do, Ayden?" she whispered, glaring up at me.

"I don't know," I confessed. "But how about we burn that bridge when we get there?"

"I thought it was 'cross' that bridge?"

I lightly poked her in the eye and she laughed. "No. We're burning bridges. Crossing is so overrated." I smiled and touched the corner of her eyes, captivated by the iridescent blues.

"I think I like the sound of that," she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.

Author: Nadège Richards

What are we going to do, Ayden?" she whispered, glaring up at me.<br /><br />"I don't know," I confessed. "But how about we burn that bridge when we get there?"<br /><br />"I thought it was 'cross' that bridge?"<br /><br />I lightly poked her in the eye and she laughed. "No. We're burning bridges. Crossing is so overrated." I smiled and touched the corner of her eyes, captivated by the iridescent blues.<br /><br />"I think I like the sound of that," she whispered.<br /><br />"Yeah?"<br /><br />"Yeah. - Nadège Richards

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