she didn't know why, but first thing she wanted to do when she was released from the hospital was to go on that specific white bridge she usually didn't really paid attention to. but than again, she lost her memory for past year and a half, god knows what happened on that bridge so that sudden desire came up.
and yet, even when she was standing on bridge she felt like something is missing. she couldn't figure out what, she just felt that emptiness. still she smiled. how could she not to? it was absolutely gorgeous here. how come that she was passing that bridge for twenty-three years now and she haven't noticed beauty of it yet? she couldn't resist to climb on the side of bridge and just sit there, with her legs flickering down like they maybe want to touch the river.
maybe she was thinking about life or maybe she was trying to remember something (anything really) when she felt hand on her shoulder. "OH!" she screamed as she almost fell down the side of bridge. but the hands who scared her were already holding her waist, safe and still. "damn that was close," she laughed just the second before she turned around and saw probably the most beautiful and hot man she ever saw in her life. "oh. hay." but than again, she doesn't remember her whole life, right?

for: oliver, my dear