Sad, depressed shit that I've come up with

Chapter 3

As sirens congested the subdued, vacant streets, we raced through the city desperately trying to reach her. With our contact perpetual, I gazed out across the city we shared. In a peculiar, idiosyncratic way, the darkness was comforting. Almost as if it was calling out to me, begging me to stay. The stars were identical to last night, indistinguishable to the night before and maybe even akin to that night 4 years ago. Isn't it so delightfully fascinating that we change so much albeit the world encompassing us does not? Maybe it is entirely dissimilar to the sky that night, but yet I could still find so much comfort and contentment in the sparkles in the expansive kingdom above us that have the resilience to shine in the darkest of nights.

When we arrived at the river, I encountered our mission. Glistening in the moonlight, the river sparkled as it flowed steadily, waves crashing delicately against the grass verge. Shielded in rust and weathered by the harsh conditions, the bridge still stood in defiance – interrupting the vast horizon. And yet it still radiated an air of strength and stability. A weak, emaciated figure remained upon it. Evidently shaking, the frailness was unmistakeable. As the magnitude of the situation settled within me, a nauseating feeling struck me to the core.

This was it. I could make a difference.