My Tiny Tales: A Bridge.
We stood on the bridge, two 14 year olds standing across a bridge waiting to meet each other, that same old rusted foot over bridge. It was the shortest between our homes; separated by a congested highway.
I had known her since I was 2. We were in the same class, we were good friends, we became best friends and now I wished we could be more. Today was the day I was going to confess my feelings. I was scared, shaking terribly all over. I had practiced this so many times at my home but it was never the same in real life. We met and walked to the nearby coffee house. I trembled as I told her what I felt, stammering from one word to the next. I hardly finished my sentence. She let out her cutest laugh.
“I understand what you feel but I need some time to think about this. I don’t think this is the appropriate time for a relationship.” She said. I understood and we stayed in touch for many years to come. 9 years of one sided love, talking, gossiping and counseling of her broken heart later, I received a text from her, “Meet me at the bridge tomorrow. I need to confess something.”
We met the next day. She hugged me, usually it was a friendly hug but this time I felt something was different. “I think I should accept that my best friend is the person I am going to marry. I should not hide from my feelings any longer.” My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know what to say. I had been waiting for this for years. I had thought this day would never come but here she was, and there was I. I hugged her as tightly as I could and it felt like the whole world was shaking. The whole world was actually shaking. It was an earthquake. The bridge collapsed and took everyone on it to the ground. I got away with a broken arm; she had to pay with her life. The moment I thought my world was coming together, a rusted bridge decided to take it away.
The government tried to buy my silence and gave me 500,000 Rupees as compensation. The collapse was passed off as an act of god. No one had to pay for the poor maintenance of the bridge. Everyone got away with it. I guess it is true what they say; it is not a murder if the whole administration is a part of it.