Coming live from your friend on the bridge

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A failed writer. Yep, that's all Lay was.
After investing all of his savings into playing out his childhood dream, Lay finds that being an author is harder than it looks. It's nothing like the flimsy fanfictions he was used to writing. No, this was the real thing.

Foreword

Yixing stood on the stone railing of the bridge, slowly observing the view before tilting his head down into the swells of the ocean. His body slightly shaking and his feet itching away from the edge.

Too jump?
He edged forward.

Or maybe not?
He shifted back.

"Indecisive until the end aye Yixing?"

The sudden voice didn't even surprise him, the place where it came from did. He turned his head, eyes wide, staring down at the man sitting a little over a metre away from him on the railing. He didn't look fazed by what Yixing was attempting to do, he kind of acted like he'd seen it all before.

"How about this,"

The man spoke up and crossed his ankles.

"How about we get off of this god forsaken bridge and i buy you a coffee?"

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Description

A failed writer. Yep, that's all Lay was. After investing all of his savings into playing out his childhood dream, Lay finds that being an author is harder than it looks. It's nothing like the flimsy fanfictions he was used to writing. No, this was the real thing.

Foreword

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A failed writer. Yep, that's all Lay was.
After investing all of his savings into playing out his childhood dream, Lay finds that being an author is harder than it looks. It's nothing like the flimsy fanfictions he was used to writing. No, this was the real thing.