Love Locks
Paige Vest
“Behold, the Brooklyn Bridge at sunset,” Gerry said as he hit record and flipped the phone to selfie mode as he walked. “Gorgeous, isn’t it? Lee preferred to come at night; fewer tourists.”
Pedestrians walked past, dodging bikes that travelled both ways across the bridge. “The tourists never bothered me much but Lee was so high strung and his anxiety would get so intense in crowds. He would stay in bed some days and say, ‘I just can’t face the world today.’” Gerry sighed.
His hand shook and he fell silent as a couple walked past, heading to the Brooklyn side. He scrubbed a hand across his face. “I hate this, everything makes me cry. I hate hurting, I hate being angry with him. I hate the loneliness.”
He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “Anyway, we lo
