The Riot
Bridge

The girl took off her helmet, then sighed with

coarse. Both his eyeballs were far away looking at the end of the horizon. There's nothing else

which he could find there. There was only a light that looked so

striking in the middle of the night.

Agatha went under the bridge. There's no one

just there. Just himself. This bridge is different. I don't know

why homeless people don't take shelter here. That's why from the first

until now, this place has always been empty. That is also the reason

why Agatha likes to come here. Because there is no one. If asked

what was her favorite thing, the girl must have answered if the silence was wrong

one. The most important thing is peace.

It's almost midnight now. However, mobility in

the city never really stops. Or they'll die. Streetlamps

it just looks a lot quieter than usual. The vehicle still remains

that crosses. Every day, there are always humans who remain

waking up in the middle of the night for various reasons, while other humans

slumbers. Drowning in his subconscious.

Alarm warning to go to sleep at all

disobeyed. Agatha simply ignored the noise. Be forthcoming

as if nothing ever happened. Since he got out of the house

sick some time ago, he had to keep his lifestyle in order to stay

healthful. One of them is by setting the sleep hours. That way, the process

his recovery will go faster. All good habits are already

elapsed. Now it's back to how it used to be.

The girl tightened the leather jacket she always used

when driving, so that the night wind does not sneak in and make it fall

It's been over two hours he's been here. Spent

time with daydreaming. Sometimes breathing out of annoyance. Really no

there was something else he was doing here besides being quiet. If this can

make her feel so much better, why not. Agatha is not

he harms anyone because of his actions.

23.54

This was the umpteenth time for the girl to

checking his watch. This time it was almost midnight.

The clockwise distance with the twelve lift is just a little more. It only takes six

another minute to really get to midnight.

Surprisingly the girl moved out of her seat.

Then he went to his motorcycle. Looks like enough

linger here. Now it's time to go back to the apartment and start

living life again like most humans in general.

Agatha pulled her hair back before putting on the helmet.

On some sides, it might look cool. But on the other side of it

it is a common thing that he always does when going to wear a helmet. Stash it

who feels at home if there are strands of hair covering his view.

‘VROM!’

Looks like tonight's air is enough to make the engine temperature

and the motorcycle's exhaust is down. So, inevitably he had to

wait until it is a little warmer. Then after that we can just leave. Actually

Agatha has no problem with that. The only problem in

here is the cooler air temperature. Maybe it was because he stood up exactly

by the river.