
A crisp winter morning, the sun eases itself over the mountains, the orange hues of dawn begining to warm the bitter air.
A river, glistening and silver flows in silence, mist clinging to its surface. All around the city begins to wake. People ease themselves from their comfortable slumber.
A bridge, towering and imposing. On the bridge, a man stands. He is high up, where he shouldn't be. Gazing into the shimmering beauty of the ice cold water, thoughts torture him. Thoughts of what has passed and thoughts of what could have been.
All these haunting thoughts are linked, encompased by a single feeling...
A river, glistening and silver flows in silence, mist clinging to its surface. All around the city begins to wake. People ease themselves from their comfortable slumber.
A bridge, towering and imposing. On the bridge, a man stands. He is high up, where he shouldn't be. Gazing into the shimmering beauty of the ice cold water, thoughts torture him. Thoughts of what has passed and thoughts of what could have been.
All these haunting thoughts are linked, encompased by a single feeling...
*~Regret~*