When times were different, we would have shared one umbrella. We would have snuggled up and fought the chilly wind together. But times aren't different. He has Uruha and I have Aya. I should be happy, not dwelling on the past. I need to accept that time has changed both of us. We cannot go back, no matter how much I wish I still had the chance to huddle under one umbrella with Aoi as we rush across the bridge only to part to our separate apartments.
The bridge used to be "our place". Now it is just a reminder of the mistakes we made. That was where we met our end, on a day much like this. It was the first time we walked with two umbrellas in many years. That is why I call it Our Lonely Bridge.
In a different time, we shared one umbrella. We snuggled and fought the frigid air together. But times aren't different. We each have our own umbrellas. We barely talk about anything but the band. It makes me feel as though I have failed in my duties as band leader. I miss the old times. I wish to tell him how much I miss them but the words die before they made it to my lips. We part ways once we finish crossing the bridge and I soon am home in the warmth of my apartment with the warmth of my Aya enveloping me.
Once her arms are around me and I'm holding her to my chest, I am able to forget about Our Lonely Bridge and live in the now. Even if it is only until tomorrow morning when we once again cross the bridge, I am glad to live in the now until I have to go back to the thoughts of 'what if' and 'in a different today'.
