Prologue
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde
I'm running along the bridge as fast as I could. "I have to escape from these people," I keep telling myself. With the thumping sound of their feet long gone, I know that I've outrun them. There's no way they can find me now. "But I can't rest now. I got to keep moving" I tell myself while taking a look at the bracelet in my hand.
It was then I tripped. The old bridge is hardly strong enough to hold a young girl, let alone an adult who's running. Falling to me knees, I could feel the bracelet slipping away from my hand before dropping to the bridge. "Not the bracelet! Oh no!" I exclaimed while trying to catch hold of it . The bracelet drops to the bridge floor and slips between the gaps at the floor before falling down...to the river. "My bracelet!" I shouted and held my hand to catch it. All of a sudden, I could see another hand...a man's hand, holding out and catching the very same bracelet. I heave a sigh of relief...but not for long. The man, stands up, holding the bracelet. But before he could turn around to look at me, the bridge gives way and the man falls. I quickly kneel down, just in time to catch hold of his hand. He looks up but I can't see his face, only his eyes. They were surprisingly calm, given the situation he's in. He doesn't shout or scream. Instead the eyes keeps looking at me and I could feel as if he's almost smiling. Before long, his hands slip aways from me and he falls down to the river....but not before leaving the precious bracelet in my hand.
