imaginingatower
I was determined to make it across the river, even though the water hit my skin like tiny daggers. I could almost see the other side, the steamy banks and the rough rocks on the edge of the water.
The string of flesh between us was scarely visible, unless you were looking. Some people, those who didn't know us well, thought we were just best friends. But the rest of the world, the ones who noticed, gave us looks that said we were weird, freaks, unfit for inhabitating the world.