My feet tread across the wooden pathway, edging forward carefully as I make my way across,
I'm getting close. Almost too close.
Clay creek bridge. God, I haven't been here in years
and yet... I somehow get the urge to come here now. Of all the days in a year, I use my one day back here on this place. Watching the last of the days sunlight spill onto the water below.
I slide my hand across the edge of the bridge as a walk.
The horizon seems to be softened with the hazy mists of pastel pinks, blended in with the vibrant orange radiating off the sun as it slowly melts out of sight.
I watch as the darker shades of purple begin to slip through, soon to be a dark night ahead, the sprinkle of stars starting to become visible above.
I know why I'm here. It wasn't all too clear at first, but it wasn't until I saw the silhouette in the middle of the bridge that I realised that I'm here for her.
I knew she would be here, at least, I was hoping she would be. Because today is the 10th. Our day. Well, it used to be...
I don't say anything, only approaching the figure.
Her elbows are leaned on the edge of the bridge as she looks out at the water below, the small stream winding out of sight as it turns around the bend, filling the silence as the fizzle of the rushing water fills the air.
I stand next to her, getting close enough to see her tense out of the corner of my eye as my elbow touches hers. She pulls her arm away, her touch still lingering on mine.
She's guarded. I can tell by the way she hasn't spoken yet, or even glanced in my direction. The whole atmosphere around her turned cold at my touch- or even just the sound of my footsteps.
Motionless. Closed up within herself, making an eery orbit of tension filled silence around both of us.
I let out a sigh- Those walls I spent so long tearing down, thrown back up so fast... twice as high now.
"Elise-"
"Leave."
Not even then does she face me, her eyes still fixated on the winding river below, as if in a daydream.
Her voice sounds so... different. Like all of the love and compassion there once was in it has drained out of her tone, leaving nothing but a blunt word shoved at me.
There's a pause, I consider my words carefully
"You don't mean that."
I contemplate my words, however that doesn't seem to be enough, as a single sentence- one wrong turn, completely snaps her out of obscurity, shattering that painfully thick tension like glass.
She spins on her heals, taking a step forward so she's right in front of me, the bitter glare of her eyes sharpening as her eyebrows furrow into a frown.
"I meant it back then and I mean it now. Leave."
Even though every bone in my body is screaming to walk away, that it's not even worth trying- my feet remain glued to the ground, my eyes fixed on hers.
Her expression softens as she sighs, as if in defeat.
her long, sandy- blonde hair swirling around her body- the tight curls travel all the way down to her hips, lifting slightly in the summer breeze as she turns to leave.
"Why did you come here?" I call from behind her.
She freezes in her spot, not bothering to turn around to face me
