Holy hell this is terrifying. The platform I stand on is just barely two feet out from the railing, so one step and I would be gone. The wind whipped around my face and that water seems a lot more intimidating without a barrier to protect me from it. My knuckles tightened on the railing behind me in fear, it being the only thing keeping me from falling.

“What are you doing?!” Mystery Boy shouted.

I turned my head to look at him, my eyebrow cocked. I was doing pretty good feigning this whole badass attitude.

“What the fuck does it look like?” I retorted. “Listening to you whine and groan honestly made me want to kill myself even more, so I’m done listening to you bitch.”

“No! You can’t do that!”

“Oh but I can!” I shouted, turning my head to glare at this boy who had effectively turned my whole night around.

For the better or for worse though, I was still trying to determine.

“You know you’re not the only one that hates their life!” I cried, never looking away from the boys’ amazing brown eyes. “I have nothing, and I mean nothing in the grand scheme of the universe! Not a single person is going to miss me! I bet you can’t say that! That football hoody you’re wearing? I bet you have teammates that will miss you!” I gesture to the front of the green hoody he was wearing where the logo a local football club stands out in white.

He looked down, his already flushed cheeks turning even more red.

“And that class ring on your finger, I’d bet anything that your parents bought that for you, huh?” The guy continued looking down at his feet, which told me that yes, his parents were still around and supporting him.

I shook my head and looked away from the lucky bastard.

A moment of tense silence passed between us, the only sound being the tumultuous waters roaring below.

“I’m not saying you don’t know pain.” My voice was much softer and gentler. “I’m simply saying you shouldn't act like the world revolves around you in death because it sure as hell doesn’t care about you in life.”

Suddenly I was much more invested in this whole situation then I was before. I wanted to save this guy because unlike me, he would be hurting people by killing himself. People would miss him if he was gone. He had something to live for. And that was too precious not to save.

Maybe this was my moment to finally do something in life. My chance to contribute to the Universe.

The stranger who I had decided it was my duty to save was now staring at me full on and I know I was flushing under his gaze. Which was weird because I hate everyone. I certainly don’t freak out when boys look at me, even cute muscular ones.

Well, I thought I hated everyone. But I obviously don’t hate this nameless boy if I’m trying to keep him from killing himself.

“Look,” I began again, “If you want to kill yourself so badly, fine. Just…think it through okay? Think about who will miss you, what you will be leaving behind, who will be hurt long term if you die. Because I’m betting you didn’t think about any of that before you came out here, yeah?”

The guy hesistated for a second before nodding slightly. He was obviously my age, if not a year or two older, but in that moment he looked so small and vulnerable.

“Why don’t we just get off the bridge.” I suggested quietly.

We made eye contact once again, and I caught the shadow of what could have been life in his eyes.

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