Chapter 35
AL
Al sees Melody on the bridge looking beautiful, her eyes shining as she surveys the crowd. He wants to go to her but doesn’t want to be weird, he shouldn’t even be here, so he waits, for what, he’s not sure.
He walks around, feeling a little awkward in the crowd, his stroll interrupted by random bursts of spontaneous hugging.
For those who don’t find who they’re hoping for, they turn the moment into a chance to introduce themselves to each other.
Hook-ups are happening. It’s getting a little cringey.
Some people, he guesses, never had a love lock on the bridge and are there just to get lucky, women and men eye him up in a way that makes him feel like fresh meat at a market.
And then on the other hand he feels like people think he’s prowling like a pervert.
He steps out of the crowd to distance himself from the event.
He is not partaking. He studies the bridge from this angle, and Caroline’s design of the Easter Lily, which he’s proud of.
Something glinting on the bridge catches his eye. He steps closer.
There’s a love lock attached to the bridge.
He walks along the banks and moves closer to the bridge. Hiding behind a stack of balloons he manages to get a closer look.
He reads the initials: MY love locked.