
Short Story: A River Runs Through It – Part 4
I stood there, rooted on the spot. Watching her and her friends sprint away like deer.
Something changed in me that day. I want to marry this girl, I whispered to myself. I will marry her, I decided.
Who was she? How would I find her? Was she even from our district or just visiting the Fair from some neighboring village? Who was she? Whose daughter was she? These questions swirled around my mind as I walked home.
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