- 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 // 𝐃𝐧𝐟 -

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𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
- 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎
-𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎
-𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢

-𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕-
recommended music for this scene:
'Roslyn' by Bon Iver and St. Vincent

The trees drooped over the weeping waters below, stretching far out into the distance.
I looked down as I watched my tears fall to the blue void.

The sky was a pungent pink, with small streaks of orange and yellow within. Not many people were in sight; they walked by and went off with their lives. It was another night that I was going to try and kill myself, and this time I actually made an effort.

The bridge was far from home; I took my car out for one final drive, for the big jump itself. Slowly but surely, I pulled myself up onto the railing. There was no time to think anymore. If I were to stall for too long, I could be stopped.

The water never stopped flowing; the sleeves of my green hoodie remained soaked in the cold saline solution.
One foot had touched the stone cold ledge. The line between life and death grew thinner and thinner with every move.

This is it. I'm standing on the outermost layer of the bridge, on the brink of mortality. The only thing left of me holding on is my arms. Life rapidly flashes before my eyes, it's time.

"Hey! Don't do it.. please.."

All my knowledge of space and time froze for those few seconds of speech to process in my head.
"I've been found. Fuck." whispering quietly to myself. I proceed to jump, but within the moment..

"STOP, PLEASE!"

The male voice cried out and ran, from what I could hear.
Pitch black. But I wasn't dead. The stranger was grabbing onto my wrist, struggling to pull me back up.
There was nothing I could feel but shame as his feeble arms tried their best to keep me on. I needed to go. I needed to die.

"Let me go." I retorted; but he still held on.
Breathing heavily, he started again.

"Please.. Don't do it.. I can't bear seeing someone in this much pain." I looked up at him with my downtrodden eyes. His soft fluffy brown hair flowed in the wind, face flushed in foggy shades of red.

My vision became blurry; every single heartbeat felt extremely heavy. His airy suffocated grunts of determination and frustration seeped into my ears and drowned out all the distorted harmonies of the outside world.

Something suddenly just clicked in me; The weird but sudden urge to live. I pulled myself back up with his help no matter how much the gravity begged and tried to pull me back to the other side; hyperventilating and shaking violently just as I touched the ground.

Both of us had collapsed onto the pavement, leaning against the slowly rusting metal of the bridge's structure extremely exhausted and tired from what just happened.

He just saved my life, but did I even really have a life when I knew that it wasn't worth living?

The silence was deafening. Nothing felt real, my head was spinning around and running in so many different directions. I couldn't stop crying, I was so out of breath; my throat burned, my lungs completely overworked themselves.