The street is bustling with people, yet I stand alone by the
waterside. I keep gazing at the water as
I see a lone tear streaming down my face. I remember the first time we met. It
was this same place. I was new to this place and was stumped at the fast pace
of life. I had come to the waterside that day questioning my decision of moving
to this place and you had answers to all my questions. But now you’ve left me
all alone! I have come here again in search of answers! Why did you leave?
Word Count: 100
Writing for Friday Fictioneers after a long time!
Labels: answers, City, Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Life, Lonely, Questions