Hardin From After Novels & Stories

“Don’t stop again.” He nodded shakily. “Yeah… sorry. Won’t happen again.” We kept moving until the golden bridge finally met solid ground on the other side. The moment we stepped off, the bridge faded behind us, leaving the river still and silent again. Hardin sat on a rock, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Remind me never to cross that thing again.” I smiled faintly. “You did well.” He grinned weakly. “You saved my neck again. I’m starting to owe you too much.”

Hardin said to our child, and a smile came to rest on my face. It had been 12 months since the fight that Hardin had with Lorenzo. And though it caused grief for a while, we were over it. We were rather disappointed by Lorenzo's confession, Hardin had it worse, but with time, we all came to terms with everything that had happened, and Hardin, though roughly, slowly got over his mom's death. I ran my hand through Hardin's hair as he continued humming the poem from where I stopped.

FIGHTING FOR HER DAUGHTER " What do you mean by you've found the solution?" Hardin asked as he stood up and made his way around the table, then he took the paper I was looking at. He looked at the front then turned the back. " I don't see what you're talking about," Hardin said sounding confused. Life could be funny sometimes, you could find answers in the most unexpected places, who knew I was going to find answers looking at just sheets concerning strawberries?

A figure stood in front of a window gazing at the empty and dark street of L.A, she had no idea how long she had been standing over there but it was getting late.. Hardin left home earlier this morning and hadn't returned since then, they weren't always on good terms but that didn't stop her from worrying about his safety. It escaped her mind every single time to ask him about the nature of his job, this was infact the first time he had stayed out this late..