[Twisted Games 01] • The Kiss Game

Life’s too short for burning bridges.

I learned that lesson when I was seven years old, and I tried my best to live by that motto.

The thing with bridges, though, is that they’re not people. Sure, I understand the likeness. You don’t burn the bridge because one day, you might find yourself needing to cross it.

But what if the bridge is broken? Dangerous? What if that pack of matches is right there, tempting you with its rough edges and hard lines? What if monsters lurk on the other side, and the only way to save yourself is to light that fucker up like a dying star, and wish upon it that you don’t get burnt?

Ironic really, that the boy who taught me that lesson all those years ago grew into the man who has me doubting it now.

I lived every day like it was my last, while he wished upon his own dying star that it would be.

This is our story. That is our bridge. The fire will come for both of us.