FINN
Hunching over the railing of the Rama Bridge VIII, I stare at the Chao Praya River.
City lights dot the distance; a tapestry of petrified green, yellow, and blue lights shining against the dark of the night. The river itself is but a moving shadow, pitch black except for the yellow lights reflected from the bridge. I look straight ahead and see a trail of stars that leads to the moon. It is shining in all its glory, waxing nearly full. It is romantic, I suppose. Just like that night I kissed Alex here.
A car speeds by, the zooming sound exploding in my ear. Then it fades away until silence is all that’s left to listen to.
“This is such a perfect kdrama scene. Handsome leading man leaning over the railing of a magnificent bridge, overlooking the city,” I hear Zander say. I refuse t
