There we stand.  Looking out over the city as the sun sets making it seem as if the town is ablaze.  His hand slowly makes its way toward mine.  I can’t.  So I leave.  I’d rather not have to live with the guilt of killing him.  He calls after me.  I go down the rocky side of the mountain stumbling into a forest.  I’d have to walk home. 

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