The bridge

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It was a windy day on the bridge where a man and a woman stood as jacaranda blossoms blew past the couple. Two of the blossoms caught in the lady's hair, and she smiled a slightly embarrassed smile as she brushed them away. The blossoms continued to float away on their merry little ways, and the couple looked into each other's eyes. A happy little tear appeared in the man's eye as they embraced. The man whispered into the maiden's ear, "I am too happy in this perfect moment. I won't let us ever leave." The woman laughed sweetly and replied, "But darling, oh darling, we have a dinner date."

At the mention of the date, the man's face hardened, and he grabbed the woman's wrists before she could escape. "Oh, darling..." He stared into her eyes. "We won't be leaving, you see. It's just too perfect." He threw himself and the lady off the bridge, both looking into each other's eyes as they fell. In the woman's eyes were tears of heartbreak, and in the man's face was triumph. Their bodies smashed against the ground, and the woman's head broke on the wet rocks. Meanwhile, the man's body hit the shore, breaking his bones like glass. Pure agony began everywhere, and the man lay there.

Then a tall man wearing a coat with many glowing vials inside it appeared, lit a cigarette and sat down, smoking for a full half-hour while the lover lay there in pure agony. The man in the coat put out his cigarette in the water and stuck it in his coat. Finally, he spoke. "I am Gamekeeper, or the Reaper, though I hate that name. Your lover was a good person, but you, sir, began as a good person. However, you became extremely possessive and obsessed over her, masking your twisted feelings. She never caught on, thinking it was innocent love. She was betrayed by you. She still loved you. She lies here, dying in the red-stained water. You are vile, twisted, and undeserving of anything. You deserve agony, and you shall have it. You are dead."

Gamekeeper stood up and, with a note, disappeared. They tried to burn the man's body, but it wouldn't burn. They prided it apart, took the eyes and put them in a vinegar jar, dumped the body in acid, but nothing worked. They gave up, forgot about the body, and put the jar in the lecture hall.

The man could not scream and found no escape from agonizing pain.

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