Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
A bridge was built, and the Chief watches as his friend floated away, torn on what to do - blaming himself for it, not knowing what to do. Uncertainty was written all over him, as he returned the grasping hands to the man who held his secret, as he listened to the words he said.
Goosebumps that had little to do with the cold rose all over him arms, and he knew the man was talking sense - he knew Kiada would have him live, would have him stay. But he watched his friend jump, watched the water take him and he--
He stayed back. He did not jump.
"Damnit," he cursed under his breath, teeth chattering, holding onto this man's hands - he looked atFalke, still torn up inside over his decision, but ultimately, he stayed, because if he jumped, he wasn't sure he'd be getting out again.
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Chuy stays put.
Goosebumps that had little to do with the cold rose all over him arms, and he knew the man was talking sense - he knew Kiada would have him live, would have him stay. But he watched his friend jump, watched the water take him and he--
He stayed back. He did not jump.
"Damnit," he cursed under his breath, teeth chattering, holding onto this man's hands - he looked at
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Chuy stays put.
CHULANE
