Back To The Bridge

And once again, they were at the bridge.
Lydia approached the girl slowly, uncertainty flashing across her features. How mad would Mel be? Would Mel still... Love her?
She watched her for awhile, admiring her like it was the first and last time that she'd see her. Melody sat on the edge of the bridge with a hoodie crumpled on the ground next to her, exposing her pale arms to the moonlight. Her legs swung over the abyss below her, and a cool breeze played with her strawberry blonde hair. She looked the exact same, even after the month Lydia had been gone for.
Finally, she said something. "We're back to the bridge again, are we?" Lydia asked rhetorically.

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It was supposed to be the end, but could this be the start of something instead? Something worth living for?
(A love story between two girls who's lives wouldn't exist without the other)