The Suicide Bridge (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

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Harry P.O.V.

They say that 9 out of 10 people who jump regret it on the way down. Perhaps that's because their life flashes before their eyes. And when it flashes, the person finds something, a glimmer of hope, to look forward to on a cold Monday morning. Maybe they find that one person that makes everything brighter. They say people regret jumping.

But not us.

A couple months ago I saw this post on "Tumblr", scientifically explaining soul mates. It says that people are drawn to each other because their atoms were next to each other when the universe was created and overtime the same atoms kept coming back to each other. Well, my soul mate must have died at birth because I've always felt empty, like a chunk of me is missing. This coldness lives inside me. My heart longs for that warmth. The calming aura of love. There is this bridge where I live, which has the highest suicide rate in the world. Morbid right?

Up to a couple years ago, I never dared to venture within 100 feet of this ghostly bridge. The temptation was present, lingering in the depths of my then innocent mid. It grew stronger with the years, as the troubles of life weighed me down. The thought grew of exploring the mysteries of this infamous bridge until it was the only thing on my mind.

So one early cold Sunday morning I stepped onto the gloomy bridge. All around me were memorials for the fallen ones. Pictures, flowers, and mini light up tombstones. It was looking like damn Halloween decorations. I crossed to the middle of the bridge. It wasn't particularly long as I could clearly see the other side. Down below the waters surface was a good 75 meters down, a surface that (usually) would kill on impact. The bay was calm like a dark mirror, it stared back at me. The glass surface seemed to call to me. On the horizon I could see the red sun beginning to rise. The sky was clear, not a cloud or bird in sight. Suddenly the crisp air was broken by a small sound. A sob seemed to be coming from farther down the bridge. I turned to look and at the end of the bridge, almost concealed by the mist, stood a boy, and he was ready to jump.

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