Forever (a short story)

The man stood leaning against the wall in such a way that it was unclear if the wall was supporting him or vice versa.

If contact was broken one of them would topple. That much seemed certain.

While he stood there his gaze rested on a face in the crowd. Hers.

The moment he had seen her he had fallen for her, although he wasn't in the habit of falling for just any woman.

But he knew: if he fell now he would keep falling.
Forever.

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