[ WP ] `` So that 's what love sounds like ''

He looked at the sky above him. Cloudy and gray. It had not rained yet, but he was sure it would. He looked at the concrete sidewalk before him; he knew this short walk would be his longest. He breathed a heavy breath and began the walk. 
 
 One foot in front of the other, just as he had done all his life, but today it felt different. It was difficult, a conscious effort. Thinking became a labor. He had to remember to breathe. His instincts told him no, his body ’ s desire to turn around and walk back home was immense, but his mind told him yes. His mind was stronger than his body, or at least he hoped. He was alone on the bridge. He could smell the river rushing below his feet. 
 
 He was no longer thinking as his hand grabbed the cold, metal guardrail and his legs climbed up and over. He fought every part of his mind telling him to abandon this effort; and listened to the part that understood his pain. His eyes were closed, his back to the city he had been born in. This was the city he had been raised in and the city that contained every reason he was at this bridge on this gray, cloudy day. He whispered a soft goodbye to the air and feel 
 
 It was as the air was rushing against him that he remembered her laugh. It was as his body fell against the icy water that he thought, “ so that ’ s what love sounds like. ” 

