It was a week after school had been out, and you hadn't seen Henry since. Every time you've tried to contact him, Henry blew you off and said he was busy with the boys, and you knew what that meant. You weren't particularly fond of him beating up the smaller kids, but who were you to tell him no?

Finally, though, he had showed up at your door, a bruise plastered on his left cheek, but you decided not to interrogate him on that just yet. Henry tilted his head behind him, a small smile creeping up onto his lips. "Wanna go?" He asked, shifting over and peeking into your door, seeing your dad passed out on a chair in front of the tv.

Your dad wasn't too fond of your boyfriend- always warning you about his aggressive tendencies, how maybe one day you would be his target, but he didn't understand, and he never would. Henry treated you differently, like you were the calm in the storm of his life. If he didn't have you, he had nothing.

You quietly shut the from door behind you, catching up with Henry, who was already walking off, kicking rocks as he went. The two of you chattered endlessly as you followed him around, walking down random alleyways, watching smaller kids scatter as they saw him turn, and you could only laugh.

About an hour later, Henry had led you two to a secluded area, having to trek through the woods to get to his secret area, or so he told you.

Now, when you brushed through the clearing, your eyes fall on the bridge. The Kissing Bridge. The names were carved into the wood, crossed out or rewritten on top of. You turned around to face Henry, seeing the grin on his face as he stepped past you, leaning on the railing of the bridge.

Henry didn't say anything yet, simply motioning you over and taking out his knife. He flicked it open, pressing it into the wood, leading your eyes to your initials carved into a heart with his. "You like it?" He asked, looking over at you.