Hindered Ambiguity

Prologue

The blissful crafted view, set the tone for the evening of the majestic bridge crossing the Han River. Blasting with red, orange, blue, pink watercolours, the sky was filled with vibrance and a feel of oblivion. Amidst everything visible, shrouding greys replaced the overwhelming colours in contrast to its liveliness and beauty. Threatening dark clouds overlapped, bringing upon misty air and trapped moist into the warm ambience.

A figure sat ever so carefully onto the metal railing, swinging their legs parallel with each other, letting past the cold breeze when it catch on to the drift of the river's current. An oblivion of cars pass by with people obliged to follow a routine in regulation to their daily lives. They took no initiative to hold a glance at the figure slowly retreating from it's seat. Each time one car has passed, one missed opportunity and one regret is counted. But still, no one would know. Amongst many, they let one precious life come to waste and destroyed that human's dignifying chance to live. It was an undeserving death of a significant value which mattered but chosen to be ignored. Unconsciously ignored to a point it felt unjust. This was a brief validation that the true priority in people's cases are directed towards themselves, putting others secondly next to them.

It was obvious, nobody cared. That's what's saddening. It's where the act of weakness and lack from a certain part of everyone's morals and beliefs caused flaws to overcome their right to be happy. One must always be blamed and that is just the whole-heartedly fact. Fingers are always pointed at someone. Unenviable encounters that led to an unexpected fate chosen that way. That's what the latter must feel. Guilt and blasphemy. Proven wrong and undeserved to the victimised crime. And there's no way for them to get out of that.

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Krystal's POV

It was Summer the last time I place seated on the exact same spot and contemplated whether to jump and feel the hot wind against my skin, risking my life to find an awakening path. As life goes on, I expected it to be more lively, more adventurous perhaps. But it seemed to be the complete opposite. A never ending question of "What to do next?" that I couldn't help but curse myself for being too plain, too ordinary.

Never was it typical to have that reoccurring thought of lonesomeness and enduring pain every time mentally challenged by this eternal suffering I'm feeling. Never would I thought that the effects could include stressful days and sleepless nights of constant toleration.

That was the thing about pain. It demanded to be felt. And I'm part of its experience. Forced to think it was full of lunacy and false accusations, but really, it provided the truth.

Now by sitting at the edge of this bridge, alone, unprotected, dangerously close to death, might be the only way of uncovering the beauty of satisfaction that not once did bundle me with joy.

It was the sentimental bracelet which brought a significance to this past. Taking hold of it, only lingered it's meaning to carry throughout my existence. As long as it remains in contact with my skin, never will it lose it's importance and change the mourning misery I feel.

The standpoint of reality lies within today. I clenched both my fist in great frustration, forcing them to shake uncontrollably and with closed eyes, I shifted, bottom almost reaching the edge of the metal rail. I was ready. I believed I was. But before I could fall, someone grabbed my waist and hoisted me off the barrier.

So close.

"Let go!" I begged as weary tears cascade upon my cheeks.

So near.

"No. Try harder next time." He replied.

But the end is so far off my reach.

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A/N:

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~Kamier ;))~