Jeremike (Not An Off Title)

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21st June '86

I'm just standing there. Leaning over the railing, looking down. I was on a high bridge, thinking about killing myself that night. I looked around first (even though I saw almost nothing because I was crying and it was kinda dark) and then I was about to climb behind the railing and jump.
I suddenly felt someone pull me by my shirt and then they turned me around. "Are you crazy?!" Jeremy yelled at me. I flinched and then looked at him in a total disbelief. I haven't seen him for a few years, but i knew that it's him. His facial features hasn't really changed, his voice got only a bit lower and now he's a bit taller than me. I looked him up and down to make sure if it's really him. He had a worried but also a surprised look, as if he's also surprised that it's me. "J-Jez? Is that really you?"

I was still crying. He nodded. "What are you doing here?! Why would you want to do that?!" he had a worried tone, then he focused on my teary eyes and wet cheeks. He put his hands on my face and gently wiped away my tears with his thumbs. "Did you want to end your life, again?" he was almost whispering now. I stayed quiet for a few seconds and then I nodded as more tears rolled down my cheeks. "Mike..." he tightly hugged me. I just stood there, completely freezed, and "kinda" confused by what's happening. I gently hugged him back. "What are you... When... How.." I was speechless, but I also had so many questions. He pulled away from the hug and looked into my teary eyes. "I moved here a few weeks ago and I went for a late night walk but then I saw someone leaning over the railing and..."

I don't remember what else he said, my head hurt a lot from crying. But I felt so bad at the moment. My best friend that i haven't seen for a few years, moved into my city and the first time we met it has to be the night I almost killed myself, great. I didn't manage to say anything, I just quietly stood there and cried while looking at him. I realized how beautiful he still is. He got a bit mascular and now he has a bit longer hair than he had before. I hugged him again. "I'm so sorry." I cried. "I'm sorry Jeremy. I'm so so sorry. I'm really sorry." I kept apologizing as more tears kept rolling down my cheeks. He put one hand into my hair and gently rubbed my back with the other one. "Shhh, it's okay, Mike. Just breath."
I could barely breath though, it felt like having a panic attack and a really bad cold. My whole body hurt, especially my head. I was shaking and crying a lot. "Do you want to go to my place? I was wondering if you'd like to talk." his voice was fradgile, gentle, sad and also worried. I nodded. "Mhm... Please." I quietly sobbed. "Okay, I live only a few minutes from here."

We quietly walked to his apartment. He had his arm around me the whole time, probably because I was still shaking and he was worried that my knees would buckle. When we got to his place he just told me to take off my shoes and then I followed him to his living room. He sat on his couch and I sat next to him. After a while he hugged me. I really needed that, even though we hugged twice before coming here. "Thanks..." I quietly mumbled. "You're welcome, Mike."
The way he said it, made my cheeks a bit red, he said that with such a caring tone. We were just quietly sitting there. I fell asleep after a few minutes.