🌫 Silent Crossing

From the moment you got off the bus, you felt something was wrong.

The air was filled with thick fog, damp and cold like an invisible hand, slowly grabbing your neck.

This town cannot be found on the map, and the navigation cannot locate it. But you are sure that this is where she disappeared.

You dragged your luggage and walked along the cobblestone road to the center of the town.

The houses on both sides of the road were low and dilapidated, with doors and windows closed, as if the whole town was asleep.

Occasionally, a figure flashed behind the curtains, but no one went out, and no one spoke.

Only the sound of stepping on gravel echoed for a long time in the empty streets.

You felt a little nervous.

But you have gone too far and can't turn back.

There is a bridge in the center of the town.

The old iron bridge spans the foggy river, and the other end is hidden in the thick fog.

There is a faded sign at the bridge head, the handwriting is blurred, and only a few words can be barely recognized:

——No unauthorized crossing

You stopped.

Your heart beats irregularly in your chest, like a faint warning.

But your intuition tells you that the answer is on the other side of the bridge.

You take a deep breath and step onto the bridge.

With every step, the iron plate makes a dull hum, like the groan of an old machine.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the bridge under your feet seems to be trembling, as if it can't bear anything.

You look back.

The town behind you is already blurred, leaving only a gray shadow.

There is no way back.

A figure appears in the middle of the bridge.

A blurred outline, standing in the fog.

She is thin, wearing the windbreaker you are very familiar with.

It's her.

You almost ran over, your heart filled with emotions intertwined with ecstasy and despair.

The screams tore through her throat, but she seemed not to hear them, still standing still.

You finally caught up with her.

Reached out, trying to grab her.

But when your fingertips touched the windbreaker——

Her body slowly dispersed like fog.

No sound, no struggle.

Only the boundless emptiness surrounded you in an instant.

You knelt on the bridge.

The oil lamp had long gone out, and even the beating of your heart became distant and weak.

The fog slowly climbed up your shoulders, covering your eyes, ears, and breath.

The world became quiet and cold as if it didn't exist.

Maybe you finally understood:

She had already crossed the bridge, and you, will never catch up with her.

🕯️ Thank you for wandering through this story with me.

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Until we meet again in the shadows… 🌒