She paces the bridge, her chest heaving with every sob and her hair flung carelessly to one side, appearing forlorn and unkempt. The abandonment of her lover seems to unravel her, her mind leaping from incredulous laughter to searing rage, shifting with a cruelty so swift, it pulls her deeper into madness, into insanity.
Unsure how to proceed, I carelessly grab her coat that she had cast aside, wrapping it around her as buckets of rain beat around us. Parchment paper falls upon the concrete, darkening as droplets of salted tears fall upon from the heavens above, staining it. I reached down to retrieve it and upon sight, she seemed to awake in a violent fury.
I am frozen, paralysed by the weight of something I cannot name, unable to grasp the shape of whatever is occurring. I try to reach for her, but my hands are stone, my body a ghost and I can barely breathe. The hand of fate itself had closed around me, its fingers cold, its grip unyielding. I was wrapped in silence, it had forbidden me to interfere and I was an observer to catastrophe.
The scene unfolds like a nightmare, the slow, agonising descent. Whether she leaned too far, or the world simply tugged her too hard, she plunges into the depths with the speed of a falling star. Her body jerks once before the water claims her, her arms flail in a desperate dance but there is no salvation in the cold grip of the current. Her hands reach for anything but it is too late.
My heart slams against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that cannot keep time with whats occurring before my eyes. I see her face, frozen in terror, eyes wide, mouth open in a soundless scream but the noise is drowned, lost in the depths. Her shape dissolves in the dark as her body sinks, legs kicking in a frantic search for something, anything, to hold on to but the water devours her, swallowing her whole like a lover's embrace. It was as if she never existed.