She went out to the bridge that night, the one that ran over the river through the middle of town. She leaned over and looked over the cobblestone edge. The water was dark and cloudy. The street lamps were the only light; the stars and moon were hidden behind rain clouds.
Bridget sighed and pulled out the photograph out of her pocket. It was Sora, the picture looking the same as it last did. It struck Bridget was somewhat funny how a photograph can freeze time in one place, kind of like a single memory. It stayed the same, no matter what happens in real life, and how much everything changes. She slipped the photograph back in her pocket, to stop her from thinking too much.
Sora appeared out of the darkness of the woods surrounding the path in the woods, and quietly stepped over to stand next to Bridget. Neither of them moved. Bridget for some odd reason didn't get nervous or excited at all, just...Nothing. She felt empty. At last one of them spoke.
"You were there..." said Sora quietly, "You were there when I met up with Kairi."
Bridget was quiet still. She wasn't to sure what to say, but at last something came out.
"I was," she stated, with more confidence than she thought she had.
"You hid behind a tree...What were you doing there, anyway?" Sora questioned.
"I was taking a walk," said Bridget, "Then you came up and startled me, so I hid behind the tree."
The two were silent again. Bridget noticed their blurred reflections in the water. She wondered what would happen next...
"Why?" she said, breaking the silence, "Why were you with that girl? Who was she?"
She was surprised at her own bravery. She barely knew what she was saying. Sora sighed and turned to her. He looked her straight in the eye, which gave Bridget a feeling that what he was going to say was important. Gazing into his deep blue eyes sent a shiver down her spine.
"I...uh..." Sora struggled with starting, "That girl...Her name is Kairi. She's a friend, well, uh...We're a little more than friends-"
"So she's you're girlfriend?" Bridget said. She was angry, angry at Sora for already loving someone. And she was furious at Kairi, the girl she had seen earlier.
"Yeah, you could say that-" Sora began, but Bridget cut him off again.
"You already love her..."
"I-"
"You already love her, don't you!"
"Uh..."
"Don't you!"
Bridget was slowly stepping away from him. She loved him! She really did! And now she was going to lose him to some overly perfect girl?
"I loved you," she whispered, her eyes welling up with tears, "You were all I ever wanted..."
With that said, Bridget ran off into the forest.
"Bridget!" Sora called after her.
But Bridget couldn't hear him. She couldn't hear anything. Just the raging thoughts in her brain. She had no idea where she was going, she just ran. Her feet glided over the weed-ridden grass as she fled off through the trees.
At last she came to a clearing and sat down on a nearby rock. She cradled her head in her hands cried. She had lost all her hope. And her anger at Sora was growing. She took out the photograph of him. She glared at it, now beginning to hate the boy with the baggy pants and spiked hair.
Swirls of darkness crawled out from behind the trees. They formed into small creatures, with bright yellow eyes. Bridget wiped her tear-stained face and her eyes grew wide with terror. She was frozen with fear. The dark creatures drew in closer, whispering in hushed voices.
"Little heartless...You are one of us.."
"Wha-!" Bridget squeaked in fear. The heartless only drew in closer.
"One of us...Little one..."
A gun was placed in her lap. On the handle was painted a black and red heart. A heartless symbol. The heartless were at her feet now, gently clinging to her ankles. It felt as if it were almost a sign of affection. A few heartless peered over her shoulder at the gun in her lap.
"Take the gun..." they whispered, "Get revenge..."
Bridget just blinked.
"Go..." they whispered, getting quieter, "Get revenge...Kill Sora..."
The heartless disappeared, leaving Bridget in the forest.
"Wait!" she called out, "What am I supposed to-"
A small voice cut her off. She looked down to find a curiously small heartless clinging to her arm.
"I'll help..." it said in a small, feminine voice.
"Who, uh...What's your name?" Bridget asked.
The little heartless didn't hear her question.
"I'll help...Help me too. Be my friend."