It was 1953, just after the war, the last place anyone saw jack was on that wooden bridge near the rain forest and sea. And that was the last time, the last time anyone would see him, think of him, or even look at him.

it had been 3 years since the incident. Nothing had changed really. Everyone had moved on while he was still waiting for him to arrive. He had accept that no one had remembered him, but he hoped he would, hoped that he would atleast look for him or walk across the bridge ne last time, just once, just to get a glance.

jack stood there, right in the middle of the bridge, watching the waves crash against the beach, waiting, he was waiting forever, for 4 years straight, waiting. He had tried to leave but he couldn't, what if he had shown up and I wasn't there? He thought constantly, he had to stay there. Waiting and waiting and waiting. He stared at the sea with a faint smile on his face

"he'll be back.. "* ** *he hoped