9. Bridge
The gray storm clouds swirled in the sky overhead. Rain was threatening to fall at any minute as the wind whipped around the tiny red head, making her realize just how fragile she was.
The water below was a dark mass, deadly and endless. It flowed seamlessly, the current taking what it wanted with it, and leaving behind the less fortunate. It made her realize how alone she was.
The bridge between the two, the bridge that seperated her from certain doom, and left her open to the possibility of facing something stronger than herself, was made of hard rocks and stones. It was strong and dependable. It was assuring and affection it.
She put her hands on the ledge, ready to push herself up to stand the the small edge.
"Ginny!" the voice was broke, barely a whisper on the wind, but she heard it. She turned her head around, looking back to find his standing too far away. He was always too far away.
And she fell.