There was no evidence of a living person. The stones of the ancient bridge above the quiet, clear river were over run with moss and ivy. The dark grey sky illuminated the ground with the occasional flash of light that rippled through the clouds. The sickening hot, humid air began to retreat as the cool winds began their dance through the trees. A few drops of rain became a lite sprinkle, but the clouds foretold of a sudden downpour at any moment.
"I always come here. I love the solitude and peacefulness. He does too..." I pursed my lips together till a point of whitening as tears start to well up in my eyes. "Did. He did too." My breath escapes my hold as the first tear streams down my cheek to my chin then releases. I gasp for air. "It's...hard. It's hard to let someone go, to truest believe you will never see them or touch them again, when you love them so much." My eyes can't hold back anymore. The tears come flouding down my cheeks as a flash of lightening welcomes the sky to a massive downpour of chilling rain.
"It's ok," a slight presence arose behind me. "He's in a better place now."
"No he's not!" I practically scream. "He was in a better place with me."
"He was suffering' the voice yells back.
"And I wasn't? I had to see hime everyday, in pain, and there was nothing I could do to help him. While he was on Earth, I was in Hell."
"He was trying to live for you."
"Then why didn't he? He was winning the war then he just surrendered in the middle of the fight. It wasn't what was suppose to happen."
"He wasn't winning and you know it."
"His doctors said he was!"
"You know they were lying," the softness of the voice struck me harder than any scream could. I know the voice had gone. I can feel a deep, strong rage bubbling up inside me.
"Demon!" I scream, pounding my fist into the bridge. I sob uncontrollably as it doesn't reflect any signs from the beating from my fist. The brigde doesn't concern itself with me. But I don't cry because of the demon's lies. Deep down I know the voice isn't a demon at all. I know it's the voice of reason, I know it's the voice of truth. I stare into the quiet, clear river that now seems deep, and cold as it quickly laps down stream. "He'd be better with me,' I whisper softly as I pull my legs over the rail of the bridge. "After all, the bridge doesn't concern itself with me." I stare into the gushing water of the river with a tight supporting grip on the rail. And release.
