Bridge

‟In life we all have an unspeakable secret, irreversible regret, an unreachable dream, and an unforgettable love

« Diego Marchi »

Lady was the nick that we named after an old sturdy bridge in our town – the place he often met with his mother before she passed away. If I were to describe him in one word – narcissist – extremely selfish and egoistic. He acted like he was the King and I – was throned as his Queen. 

I had been alive long enough to understand that if you hurt someone, it was only right to receive the same retribution. There was no way I could've said otherwise; perhaps that was the reason why I hadn't cried ever since that day – when he disappeared in that bridge.

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I was not the least amazed by his so-called love confession on that day, nearby the Lady. All I did was stood there like a statue with folded arms and rolled my eyes in exasperation. I loathed him and I supposed he knew that well...

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