Hopes Hanging on the Bridge

There were some things that the rains wiped; the filth of the world, the scum of emotion, the evidence for secrecy, and the things that, if deleted, would cause disaster.

The filth of the world was clear. Rains would clean polluted places, the environment or nature.

That was the physical part. There was also a spiritual aspect.

It was now a scientific fact that most people were emotionally relieved by the rain. While some were listening to the melody of the rain, they would make the right decisions and get rid of the burdens on their shoulders, while others would forget everything and isolate themselves from the world. It was kind of like free therapy. He would purify all bad feelings and free him from emotional filth.

But the rains were not always beneficial. Everyone had something to witness to their harm. For example, it was a nightmare for those who are homeless or living in bad houses. The day was going to be very difficult for them. Some would watch with tears, a sadness on their faces. Others are afraid of getting sick.

These were innocent things, everyone knew. So what were the innocent things? Evidence? For a thief or a murderer, the evidence was carotid. If the evidence did not disappear, the carotid artery would be cut, life would die free for the thief and murderer, but if it disappeared, there would be no problem for them, as if nothing had happened.

There were also things that would cause disaster if they were wiped away by the rains. Maybe something that will cause a misunderstanding and create an apocalyptic effect.

Just like right now.

The lightning bolts were a cry, a plea from the sky, as if to convey the awfulness of today. Despite the power cut, they were lighting up everywhere. The rain, on the other hand, was falling very furiously, as if it was angry with something.

The man swore a curse at his dead phone. Two weeks ago, his phone broke down and started to run out of battery constantly. He didn't have time to buy a new phone or he didn't care. Now he was regretting how wrong he was. There was no electricity at home and an open telephone to use its light. Besides, he was very wet by the time he got home. "Oh, how beautiful," he muttered. Everything was overlapping. He shouldn't have spoken aloud in such situations, but he knew that the house was empty. He had been observing this house for about two months. He realized that the girl had a routine. It was Friday and the girl wasn't home on Fridays. He was going to another house. It wasn't a bad house like the girl's, it was a nice apartment. But since the apartment was on the 3rd floor, he never knew who lived there and what the girl was doing there. Today, instead of following him, he had entered the house three hours after he had gone, to achieve his goal. If he entered when it was bright, there was a chance someone might see him, and he didn't want that at all.

When he glanced around the house, he noticed that everything was tidy, unlike her. He was surprised by this because he had observed that she was not someone who dressed very neatly or had her hair down, she expected it to be messy in her house, according to which she had calmed herself down. Her hair was always in front of her eyes, and sometimes it looked like a witch's broomstick. He was very angry at this at first because unlike him, he was a very organized person and could not tolerate this situation. He literally wanted to kill her, but she knew he couldn't do it.

He looked around for something useful. Something was needed for the light, which even the candle was willing to accept. Because he couldn't find what he wanted in this dark. When he saw the drawer next to the glass, he went over to it. When he looked into all his eyes, starting from the bottom, he finally found a lantern. "Thank you," he said. Finally, something good happened. He lit the lantern and began searching around, not knowing where the girl would put it. He looked everywhere, but he was not in the living room. He might be in his room, she thought. Because usually people kept things in their room. The house was three floors. On this floor there was a living room, a kitchen and a toilet. He didn't know what was on the other floors. When he headed for the stairs, there was a squeaky sound because the floor was wooden, and this pissed him off. He himself would never have lived in such a house, he would not have lived even if his financial situation was bad. The house already looked like a ruin, not to mention the creak of wood sounds. It was obvious why the girl still lived in this house. She had learned that the house had been inherited from her grandfather, and she had lived here for five years. It still made no sense to him. The place where the girl worked was a very luxurious place, and the wages that the luxury places paid to the employees were plentiful. he knew she didn't go shopping or going out much, he didn't understand why he didn't use his money to live in a better house, which was almost deserted and far from where he worked. The girl was very strange, with everything.

When he got upstairs, he looked around. She saw that there were four doors on this floor as well. He knew the girl's room was here because he had been watching the house at night. She had noticed that every night before going to bed, she turned off the light and checked the curtains.At first she was alarmed, thinking she had noticed him, but as time passed, she realized that it was a habit. He had a very hesitant nature, just as he walked briskly when he went out.

His room was on the right side of the house. When he opened the door and entered, he first checked the bed. It was neither above nor below. He rummaged through the drawers, but they were practically empty. He went to the closet and when he opened it, he found very few clothes. This was not normal. There were almost a few clothes, the drawers were empty. It's like an uninhabitable place, like an empty house. The girl wore a different outfit every day, but they weren't here. It was as if the girl had packed everything and left. But what? Today she left the house with only her handbag. He didn't like this at all, if he couldn't find what he wanted in this house, then the real storm would break out. He looked everywhere in the room, but it wasn't there.

In the remaining rooms, one was a bathroom, one was a toilet, and the other was empty. It wasn't here either. The last place he would look was the attic. When he looked at the stairs leading up, there was nothing. Holding the lantern there, he approached and saw the partition by the ceiling. To get there, it was necessary to push up the partition in the ceiling. When he pushed it in, a foul odor hit his nose, it smelled so bad in here. There was also the sound of drops in his ear. The roof was dripping. The cause of the smell was also clear. If it gets wet like this every time it rains, it must have smelled because the floor was wooden, and the small size of this place was also a disadvantage. It was a bit of a mess, with a few boxes, a small TV, a box, and two or three drapes lying in a mess just in front of the window. He looked at the boxes first, which contained trinkets and home decorations. They were all so beautiful, they looked like antiques. He didn't question why they were here, he expected everything from this girl. he didn't have what he was looking for here,m. Just as he was about to open the box, his flashlight turned off and then a very strong sound was heard, I think lightning had struck somewhere. He cursed his luck once again. After turning it on and off a few times, the flashlight started to come on again. When he opened the box, he found ten photographs, an old notebook, and two bank wallets. he couldn't figure out what it was about because there's a mysterious box and bank wallet in the attic. He thought that if he tinkered with them, something hidden would come out, but he wanted nothing but to take what he was looking for from here and leave.

When he looked around, there was not much left to look at. he panicked, feeling that if what she was looking for wasn't here, he would never find it again. Most importantly, if she couldn't find it, her own life would be doomed. He hurriedly stood up and looked everywhere for the possibility of a secret compartment. The only place he hadn't looked for was the scattered blankets, but his hopes had already tied the rope around his neck and pushed the chair out from under it.

The covers were too wet because rain was dripping from the roof here.

He picked them up and lifted them up to see if there was anything under them, there was nothing on the floor. But there was something strange about the boards. There was not even awkwardness, but clarity. A half-meter-long board seemed out of place. The rush within him suddenly disappeared, for he had enough experience to know what it was. He slowly lifted the rather wet board and set it aside.

He turned the lantern, which did not light up, on and off a few times, causing it to turn on again. He shined the light on the chamber, which was small enough to fit a hand, and finally saw what he had been after for two months. Book. He took it out and shined the light on it. It was not a printed book, but rather handwritten.

There was no image on the cover, just a black cover and writing on it, and a small and rather absurd motif under the name on the front. He couldn't understand what it was, it wasn't something he had seen before, it was messy and meaningless. He saw that his cover was badly damaged. The writing on the back cover was almost erased and many of them were unreadable. It wasn't that important, what really mattered was the name on the cover and what was written inside.

He had been trying for 2 months to find out who the girl was and to get this book. Of course, he had plenty of opportunities to buy the book, but the other thing he had to do was follow the girl and find out who she was. She had never learned how the girl got involved or why she did such a thing. She knew two things now; The first was that he had found the book, and the second was that the girl's life had become a complete hell after that. And meanwhile, it was like a vow of events that would come in the accelerating rain and flashing lightning. But this wasn't going to be a quick-ending storm, it needed nothingness to end it, it wouldn't stop until it paid off.