There’s a bridge up north that connects two very different souls. One is old and one is young and youthful, but they need each other to function. They can’t live without each other because without the connection of that bridge they’re really just lost souls.

The bridge is the glue that holds them together. There are so many memories on that bridge. The love that was once shared, the bond that was made, but also the pain that was once endured. The Hatred in their hearts because one day a storm came and tore that bridge apart.

This bridge connects two hearts that thought they’d never be apart, but in the end when the bridge is destroyed they realized that everything was void, and no matter how many times they tried to walk that bridge again because of the storm they were always missing a part, so they weren’t able to connect that part. They would forever remain scorned at heart.