Never Letting Go (Scömìche)

Chapter Three - Collapse

Week One - Day Two - Twelve Days Left

SCOTT

It was morning. I had slept the rest of yesterday and now it was a new day. My head pounded like a hangover and although I had woken up naturally, I still wanted to sleep forever. Great. I'd forgotten that jetlag existed. I sat up and glanced around the unfamiliar hotel room. It was surprisingly comforting, like it was my home. Except, it wasn't my home. My home was with Mitchell.

A knock came from the door. I got up and rushed towards it, my tired body attempting to tie up a gown at the same time to keep myself covered. I grabbed the handle and the sudden image of when I left Mitch flashed in my mind. As hard as it was, I pushed it away. I wasn't going to let my problems distract my holiday. I was going to enjoy myself, no matter what. The knock repeated again and this time, I opened the door.

The engaged couple, who drove me to my hotel last night, stood at the doorway and the woman immediately covered her eyes in shock, taking a step back.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" I shrieked. The male just shrugged and welcomed himself into the room. The female followed him, hands connected. They never seemed to talk much but I didn't mind. It was weird how they had never told me their names. I was hoping I'd finally discover them at the wedding.

They gave me some privacy so I could slip on some clothes and then took me out for the day. We were going to explore London. The car journey took around two hours and it constantly annoyed me how the cars drove on the opposite side of the road, let alone the steering wheel being on the wrong side of the car.
Yet, I dealt with it.

A few hours after arriving at and exploring the capital of England, we took a stroll over the Tower Bridge. It was beautiful: the sun was shining and there were hardly any clouds - a rare sight for Britain. But, despite the beauty, something didn't feel right.

I looked down at my feet. The cement and stone suddenly began to crumble beneath me and the metal support began to creak. I was hesitant whether to warn anyone about the damage or just take a risk. I felt the ground begin to tremble and I heard the people begin to panic. I took a double take and realised that since I was at the centre of the bridge, there wasn't enough time to get to the end of the bridge to escape. I had to jump. I had to save myself.

There were large cracks in the floor now. The middle of the bridge was majorly slanting inwards. Pieces of the stone began to fall off the edges. This was it. It was going to collapse.

I took a deep breath.

And I leaped...