They sauntered along the path hand in hand, eying the trees bordering it with their bright reds and yellows and browns, and breathing in the pumpkin and banana bread scents.
Wrong? Maybe. Heart not cleanest yet. Sting? Perhaps. Offense is taken, though… Think? We know. It’s something we don’t touch. Be? If not. I guess it becomes reletive. Stand? Or fall. Choose which side you’re on.
