Water Under The Bridge.

Dreams, Nightmares, Reality.

He was running.

He didn't understand where he was, but he was running.

He kept running until he saw her.

She was standing on the edge of the bridge, one step away from the lake that stood far below.

Calm, despite what stood above it.

He paused to catch his breath.

"It's a nice view, isn't it?"

He looks up at her words.

Her long, black hair seems to glow under light of the setting sun as she looks out over the lake.

He pauses to contemplate her words, and to admire how her long hair flows in the wind.

"I-I guess it is."

He is still slightly breathless from all that running, but she doesn't seem to notice.

"It's a pity it's going to be the last pretty thing I see."

He tenses, trying desperately to think of something to stop her whatever she is about to do, but his mind seems to have stopped working.

"Please, don't take another step."

He pleads, those were the only words he could think of while he desperately tries to get his legs to work, to run up to her and pull her away from the edge.

"It really is quite beautiful. "

He isn't sure she even heard him.

"I hope I don't ruin it for you."

She said softly, as she turns her head away from the view and tilts her head slightly as she looks at him.

She smiles, but it isn't happy.

Her eyes, as black as midnight, weren't smiling. They look lifeless and empty and slightly red along the edges.

The skin on her pale face stained with tears.

She looks back at the setting sun, like it's the last thing she'll ever see.

And as the sun disappears over the horizon and the sky darkens, it is the last thing she'll see.

She takes a step forward.

He finally dashes towards her, his legs seem to be working again.

As he reaches his arm forward to try to catch her, the hour hand on his watch turns to 7 and the watch starts beeping.

He reaches her just a second too late and she plunges into the lake.

All he can hear is his hear is his breath and the distant beeping of the watch in the seems to getting closer.

He wakes up in bed, his alarm beeping.

Was it just a dream?

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I wrote this a couple years ago as the first story I ever posted.

I have since gotten better at writing (I hope), and have a more concrete plan as to where this story is headed.

But all stories start somewhere, and I'd like to keep this chapter as a sort of pilot.

I hope maybe 12-year-old me would understand, and enjoy this story.

Stay tuned!