Bridges are meant to be crossed one would think

[aoikurashiki]

Running endlessly on seemingly endless bridges. The air was fresh, he could hear water below and the smell of fresh cut grass. It would be more enjoyable if these bridges weren't so rickety and they're weren't so many of them. They shook underneath his feet and the creaking of the nearly rotting wood sent him on edge. It made him grind his teeth a little but he kept running. He felt panicked like he was going to get left behind if he didn't make it across all of these bridges. There were no fences on these connected cliffs it could be dangerous especially for someone as in a hurry as he is. Aoi turned to dash across another bridge and in the distance a man and a woman both holding a little girl's hand that's walking in between them. He could hear their laughter faintly and it just made him want to get there even more.

 

Just get there. To those people.  Your family. They're waiting for you!

 

He had to scatter those thoughts away before he could get too excited. It seems like forever now and the bridges longer and the small chunks of land between smaller until he came to a dead end. He glanced back at the bridge he had just crossed and it had simply disappeared.

 

The feeling of loneliness started to drown him the realization was much too cruel.