The man with the white hair,stood there doing nothing,just looking far at the bridge,glowing bright under the crimson light of setting sun.He could smell the moist air above the river,sharp scent of sweat from the children who raced on their bicycles and deep regrets dissolved in his surroundings.He could hear sounds,happy laughter,barking of dogs,and the bells of the bicycles.He felt as if the time rewinded around him.He remembered being here,years ago, standing just like this,infront of him the crimson coloured bridge and behind him people with their naughty kids,here to release the stress of an entire hectic weekand.
He felt as if his time got frozen as a face appeared infront of him.A kind face,with green eyes,honey blonde hair,a smile he had never seen before he met her and he wished with all his heart,on all the stars on the sky,visible and invisible,for this face,for this person to stay with him forever,to never fade away just like it was going to in few seconds from his memory.

The man with the white hair,stayed there,staring into the vast imagery of the crimson bridge and the dark colored river.It was now he realized he could not hear anything,no sound,no laughter, nothing.But he didn't looked around to see whether the people vanished or someone destroyed everything...