The Bridge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

If you found someone of a bridge, what would you do?

 

 

The cold air nipped at the tip of Dian’s nose while she rubbed her arms profusely as if she had a bad itch. It was rather cold for October, and she had been by no means prepared for the cold front that came barging in like an uninvited guest. However, no matter how cold it was, it could never take away the beauty of the soft gold and vibrant red canopy that towered over her like a guardian. Reminding her that as long as she was here, she didn’t have to breathe the toxic air that society seemed to love so much. 

There were no leaves crunching under the weight of her black combat boots. No children screaming or cars honking. It was tranquil and lovely, not awkward and convoluted. If she could stay here forever, she would. But, alas, she was by no means a woodland fairy or a humble nomad, she was a busy working girl in a busy working city, and the setting sun seemed all too happy to remind her of that.

Heaving a deep sigh she watched as her warm breath formed an opaque cloud in front of her. As she continued to walk she was met with the border that separated the two worlds. As Dian set foot on the other side of the veil, she couldn’t suppress the shiver that rattled her bones. The other side, the real world, felt so dead compared to the fantasy she just emerged from.

As she walked up the small dead hill, the world seemed eerier as if it was holding its breath. She tried to shake the feeling but it kept crawling up her spine like a spider would a tree. Eventually, she completed her trek up the hill and to the concrete bridge that separated her from the icy cold depths of the void below. 

Looking up from her spot on the floor she saw a head of auburn curls flowing softly in the breeze. Dian didn’t know what she was doing here, maybe she was gazing at the stars or looking down at the cold void, maybe just longingly looking at the muted purples, pinks, and yellows of the setting sun. Either way, it didn’t matter, it was of no concern of hers what the person was doing since she was technically doing the same thing. Her mind told her to just ignore her and go home, but before she could act, her legs carried her over to the girl. 

Dian awkwardly placed her numb forearms on the metal railing and leaned forward pushing the majority of her weight onto her arms. She thrummed her fingers against her fleece sweater trying to think of something to say.

“Nice night, don’t you think?” Dian said hesitantly while glancing at the girl's face. Her empty hazel eyes weren’t gazing and the stars or the setting sun, but at the cold void below. Dian looked back down at her arms after not getting a response from the girl. She knew she had to say something, but what? What were you supposed to say in a situation like this? Dian took in a sharp breath, the cold air burning her lungs. When Dian looked at her face again, she realized she saw herself in that girl. Empty. Hollow. Void of all life. Once upon a time she had been there too until autumn came and she had something to look forward to each year. Maybe, just maybe she could do the same for her. 

“I was like you once,” she started gazing at the horizon. “Empty, hollow, void of all life,” she continued tugging at the sleeve of her sweater. “What changed your mind?” she whispered as if she was afraid someone would hear her, even though it was just the two of them. Her hazel eyes stared hopelessly into Dian’s brown ones. Dian turned around and pointed at the little spot of reds and yellows of the faraway forest she had left only moments before. The girl looked where she was pointing.

“Autumn came,” Dian spoke softly,” and I realized the world wasn’t just black and white.” The girl turned around and gazed back down at the void. Dian heaved a sigh, “I can’t make the decision for you nor would I. What you decide to fight for is up to you.” The girl didn’t say a word just kept her gaze where it was. As Dian walked away she thought to herself, some people can find peace in this world, while others cannot. She didn’t know what happened to the girl on the bridge that night, and she probably never would.





 


Submitted: November 23, 2020

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