She blinked away the tears that had welled up in her eyes and looked away to avoid the gaze of the people passing by.
Although it was late in the evening, the sun had set and the moon had taken its place, glistening in the star studded sky, but, there were still a few people walking on the bridge.
Suddenly, she remembered the day she had been there for the first time, holding a familiar hand.
She looked down at her palm which dearly missed the touch of that hand and instinctively knew, she would never be able to feel that touch ever again.
Just then a shooting star caught her attention and all she could wish for, was that, his soul rests in peace.
With that wish she walked away...
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The Untold Story
Short Story"The Untold Story" Emotions, it's best to pen them down in the same moment you feel them because once the moment is gone, the emotion, the feeling, it's lost and you never feel the exact same way again... And so that's what I have tried to do. This...
