The cold gray water rushed underneath the stone bridge. Not that she
knew it was cold; not yet, at least. 'Stop thinking like that,' she
told herself. 'You are not going to jump off of this bridge. There
really is no reason to be so upset; it's just another tragic romance.
Yep, everything was fine, and then, bam. It happened. Everything fell
apart and my life went back to the way it was before. Not mundane, of
course, but just, well, sort of lonely.'
The girl moved as a horse drawn carriage went by, a happy couple in
the back. 'Look at them,' she thought cynically. 'Just look, they
think they're happy now. Let's see what they think about each other in
another month or two, or even in the morning. They all end the same:
tragic, over, fini.' She sighed, and watched her breath float off in
the cold evening air. The river was strange at this time of day. The
clouds were partly covering the sky, letting some dusky gray light
through and causing the river to be a gray smoky colour in turn. The
lights that lined the river bank had turned on just a few minutes
earlier, and now cast their hazy yellow reflections onto the water. The
buildings, the trees, and everything else that stood up from the ground
were black, resembling large shadow monsters that scare children at
night.
She stopped admiring the beauty of the moment and turned her mind back
to serious matters. Could there be anyone else for her? Well,
certainly there could be. Was there anyone else? That was a question
worth the asking. She thought about all of the people she knew. Yes,
maybe there were a couple of chances left for her, but why bother? The
girl frowned at the murky water, which was beginning to glisten from the
stars that were slowly appearing in the sky. They were twinkling, much
like how the lights of the city were beginning to turn off and on as
people left work and went home. Home to families and the such.
'Something I will probably never have,' she thought. 'Quit this!
You're going to depress yourself.' She sighed again and watched a
second time as her breath floated away on a chilly breeze. She looked
back at the water. It looked so inviting. 'It would be like swimming
in the stars,' she thought. Swimming in space, swimming without any
cares. The girl looked around; the carriages would be done with their
rides for the night, and the park was probably empty.
Carefully stepping up, she stood on the bridge railing and looked down,
then back up. No one was around. She looked back down, and caught her
breath as she thought about how cold the water might be. But, if one
wanted to swim with the stars they had to take chances. Silence had
settled over the park, the kind of sharp silence only noticeable on
crisp, cold winter nights. She sighed once more, this time out of
anxiety more than anything else. She smiled as she thought about
swimming with stars.......