Driving to the outskirts she took her time to calm her nerves by her peace spot; the bridge. She couldn't even count how many times she had stayed on the bridge in the late at nights ever since she was young, before, her mother used to stay with her as they watched the water below.
The soothing color of the water always soothed her hurting soul, the city lights shone in the water as well as the moon. It was her haven as she called it. Long back, as Lucy dreamed of being proposed in the Lycabettus hills, hers had been this very bridge. but she never really found the strength to bring anyone on the bridge with her. She considered it too sacred and even her baby, Lucy had never accompanied her there.
