Chapter 33 - Peaceful Week

Claire

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Ethan and I strolled across the iconic Brooklyn Bridge, the city lights reflected off the East River, creating a magical atmosphere. It was one of those nights that felt like a scene from a rom-com that Allegra and I watched together.

I took a deep breath of the cool night air and couldn't help but smile. "You know, Ethan, I've always loved this view of the city. It's like a different world up here."

He nodded in agreement, "It's like a piece of art, ever-changing yet timeless."

We continued our walk, the bridge's cables stretching overhead like giant harp strings. I gazed at the river below and sighed contentedly, "You know, I've always wondered about the people who designed these bridges, the ones who built them."

"Yeah? What have you wondered?"

I glanced at him, "I mean, they dedicated their lives to creating something that would outlive them, something that connects people and places. It's like leaving a piece of your soul behind for the world to see."

He smile