and another bridge was burnt.

I know of a boy who lived on an island. He lived all alone yet he felt content.

One day, he stumbled upon a makeshift bridge. It led to another land, where he met a girl. She was sweet, and so he decided to stay. They became good friends and constantly teased one another. They relished each other's company.

One night, he decided it was time to leave. Gently kissing her forehead, he then went his way.

Next morning, she searched for him everywhere, only to find out the bridge was no longer there; its ashes now a part of the sea.

It was all his work. That she knew too well.

But she would never know why.