The First Three Chapters of “The End of the Dream”

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Chapter One

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He stood at the top of two large rocks by the river. His back was to me, straight and slim, his stance wide, hair flipping freely in the slight breeze. The soft bubbling over the expanse of boulders lay at his feet.

Something made my heartrate speed up, and I first thought it was fear.  Why was he alone staring at the river like that?  Was he contemplating something drastic? But his gaze was up into the sky, his head held high, and his shoulders broad. He could not be suicidal....