It was a loop warm outside. The clouds were out, and the air was humid.
I was bored, but it was late. I couldn't currently hang out with the neighbors kids, so I decided to ride alone to the nearest gas station.
I passed it. Spacing out at the cracks in the cement of the sidewalk.
Hearing the soft breeze in the leaves shadow covering my wheels as I struck through the barely dark night more awake then you'd be after a five hour nap on a winter afternoon.
Four near wreck instances later, I found myself on a car bridge with street lights so bright I'd wish I'd brought my sunglasses.
Watching cars flash by like memories I thought I'd always hold on to. Then I laid my sharp red eyes on her.
A girl, my age. Maybe younger. Her black hair glistening in the flashing lights made by vehicles passing by. Standing over the bridge.
I couldn't see it. Not till I drove closer. The tears streaming down her face made nothing to her expression.
A blue neutral gaze met mine, right before she attempted falling at the highest point the bridge.
I remembered something I'd promised myself then. That I'd never regret anything ever again. No matter what happened.
The realization hit me like a brick on the head.
That I'd break so much of myself if I didn't help this girl.
I dropped my bike. I didn't even look back to watch it fall down the curve.
I'd distracted her. Maybe if I hadn't interrupted her soft moments taking in her last breathe she wouldn't have lost her balance quicker than she'd hoped to.
She wasn't done slipping. I grabbed her hand, pulling her into me at the best possible moment.
She looked at me again. It was as if the strong eye contact was unbreakable. She cried, but she didn't hold back this time.
I'd never heard such tears of genuine suffering so strongly before. Wander aggressively caved over me fast.
I wanted to know why. Why she would do something like that. What about her life was terrible?
I'd noticed it. Her facial structure was perfect, much like her skin. She was beautiful. My thoughts turned shallow.
How could someone with such beauty ever be so unhappy? I knew I couldn't ask. So I just hugged her.
Neither of us said a word. All I could hear were the loud cries coming from my left shoulder that turned ever so soft and the cars honking back and fourth at each other clashing.
Driving home that night was a tight mix of feeling proud and worrying about whatever that girl had to go back to that made her life so miserable.
Little did I know how much that bridge would cause for the both of us.
