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The Bridge We Never Crossed


                First Chapter: Promises of Childhood

 

Summers in the small riverbank village where Lena and Arjun grew up were fragrant with jasmine, and their hidden world was the ancient stone bridge.

 They made vows in the moonlight as kids, scratched their initials into the railing, and ran across its mossy stairs.

 "We'll meet here if life ever tries to pull us apart," Arjun muttered one evening when they were seventeen.  in any case.

 Lena grinned, her pulse pounding in a manner she had not yet come to comprehend.  "I'll keep my word," she said.






Second Chapter: The Drift

 People are drawn in diverse directions by life, which makes it cruel.

 Lena moved to the city to pursue her goal of becoming a writer.  Arjun remained behind to assist his father in running the family business.

 Calls morphed into brief texts, followed by silence.  Years passed, and the distance became an insurmountable barrier, even though neither of them openly acknowledged it.

 But the child on the bridge, his laughter carried by the river breeze, was always in Lena's mind.

Chapter Three: Come Back

 Ten years later, Lena was back.  The town remained the same, but she had changed—sharp edges, tired eyes, a prosperous career that seemed oddly meaningless.

 As she said, "Arjun still asks about you sometimes," her mother's voice broke.

ldn't sleep that night, so she went to the bridge.  Just as it had when she was seventeen, the river glistened in the moonlight.

 And he was there.  Arjun.   The same eyes, which had previously been hers alone, but older and wider.



Chapter 4: Nearly

 As though the years had vanished, they talked for hours on end.

 Arjun had remained, established a life in the town, and taken care of his parents.  He admitted to her that he had considered leaving at one point but was prevented by something.

 He merely grinned pitifully when Lena inquired what.

 The weight of what they could not say made the air between them deepen.  Their hearts were so loud they could drown the water as they stood inches apart on the bridge.

 But Lena took a step back.  “I should leave,” she muttered.

 And she abandoned him standing there once more.




The Secret in Chapter Five

 The following day, Lena was told the truth.

 Silently, Arjun's sister informed her, "He's sick, Lena."  his heart.  He didn't want you to be concerned.  For this reason, he never left.  That's why.

 She found it difficult to breathe as her chest constricted.  Arjun wasn't there as she frantically hurried to the bridge.

 Rather, their initials were still visible on a letter she discovered hidden beneath the carved fence.

 The text said:

 "I kept my word, Lena.  I returned each year to wait at the bridge.  There were evenings when I thought I heard your voice in the wind.  I may not have the opportunity to reconcile with you, but know that my love for you has never diminished.  For a day, no.

 – Arjun




The Last Crossing, Chapter Six

 In just a few weeks, Arjun was gone.  While the village grieved in silence, Lena's sorrow was more audible than any river.

 She went to the bridge by herself the day he said goodbye.  Like when they were kids, the air had a jasmine scent.

 Whispering through her tears, she reinserted the letter into the railing and said, "I returned, Arjun.  I apologize for my tardiness.

 Then, for the first time, she moved on without him.





The epilogue

 Lena gained notoriety throughout the years for her writings, which tell tales of love, desire, and the bridges that people never crossed.

 She was questioned by readers about where she got such somber inspiration.

 She always responded, "From a promise made under the moon," with a little smile.

 The truth, however, was only known by her: every story was for Arjun.

 A step closer to the bridge they would never be able to cross together with each phrase.




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