Belinda had given up on life. With just a couple of months to live, why bother waiting for the inevitable?
So, just as the sun started its ascent, she set off towards the Bridge of Death. No one in that town knew why it had been given such a name. Some said death followed you once you crossed over, others spoke tales of disease and ruin.
It stood isolated, with no feet having dared tread over it for decades, until now.
Hesitatingly, Belinda stepped upon the crumbled pathway.
Suddenly, the first sliver of rays caught her eye and as they poured down upon the pristine lake, she stood mesmerized by the shimmering wonder below.
Tears stung her eyes as she marveled at nature’s beauty and as the soft breeze gently caressed her face, she felt the anguish in her heart dissipate.
The bridge was her sanctuary for months, until her cold body was discovered. But unbeknownst to the whispering townsfolk, the slandered bridge had willed Belinda to live her remaining days, enveloped by the solace of nature.