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Jack's Pov
It had been months ...since I had seen her angelic face, heard her laugh, even just glanced at her.i tried to stop these thoughts from infiltrating my brain, why, why was I thinking about her now?
It was a cold dark night, I tried to wrap my thing scarf closer around my neck as if it would keep out the chilling wafts of wind that would somehow appear everywhere creating an icy feeling around. Soon I saw the magnificent whisps, arabesque decorations, in all her glory the Brooklyn bridge stood reflecting in the shimmering water, sparkling with pale moonlight. Most of the people walking on the cold streets of Brooklyn stopped and marveled at this miraculous structure but , for me it was a war zone.
It was were she disappeared... Without a word...without a trace...gone...telling us she couldn't do it any more. Come on jack you could do it! I told myself as I stared at the ghostly bridge holding remnants of the past.
I hadn't been on the giant miracle since that horrendous day. I took a step, nervously gulped, and ran to the middle of this milestone, this steel giant, that held memories of her ...those beautiful eyes, that crooked smile,I couldn't take it anymore! I slammed my hands on the vast railing and looked out at the sparkling water , shining , basking in the moonlight. It stung ...it hurt to be rejected by the one you love ...at that very moment I felt all alone in the world although I was surrounded by people.
No One's Pov
As the newsboy hurried across the vast bridge you would see him pulling his thin jacket closer trying to keep out the chills from the icy night. If you looked closely you could make out the look of sorrow and remorse in his deep chocolate twinkling eyes. You would probably stop and ponder where this young man was going at this hour of the night.
Well, infact he was going to see his best friend who in the last month had changed a great deal . The usual cocky grin was replaced by a cold scowl hard as steel, his eyes were even colder than before. Being a gallant stern but fair leader before, he was now quite snippy and easily aggravated. The boy constantly drank and his gaze would strike fear into any one who would dare go against him.
The young man by the name of Jack already could see the familiar docks that were often surrounded by laughter and mirth,however today they were desolate,bleak, and unfamiliar. Jack cautiously approached the dark building that was eerily silent and looked menacingly upon the boy.
As he took a step onto the crooked dock it creaked and a loud sound was heard from inside the house as it sprang to life again.
"Who goes there"?
A masculine voice rang out amist the calm waters along the dock. The old ram shackled door of the lodging house banged open and there stood a boy of about sixteen years, he glared menacingly along the dock trying to find the so called intruder.
"If Spot wakes up I swear ill murder ya"!
He said flexing one of his biceps to the dock. The poor boy at the other end of the dock gulped nervously,took another step, and as he got a better view of the strangers face he asked.
"Tumbler"?
