Sam p.o.v.
The bridge looked the same as it did when I was a little kid. I used to come here all the time and sit on the edge of the bridge, watching cars pass.
The closer I got the more clear things were getting. Was I really about to do this? Was I actually going to kill myself?
It was the only way.
My only escape.
As I got closer and closer a girl came into view. She was already standing on the edge, her intentions well known. She was here for the same reason as I was. But why? Her life couldn't be that bad.
"Miss you are far to pretty to be thinking like that," she whipped her head around, scaring me, afraid she gave herself whiplash. She was scared, obviously thinking I was going to tell someone.
"Don't worry I happen to be here for the same reason as you," I assured her.
She hopped of the bridge, slowly approaching me. She still hasn't spoken a word. Was she mute? When she reached me she gave me a sympathetic look and reached out and took my hand. We walked over to the edge and just looked at the water below.
For a little bit we actually enjoyed our lives. I looked at her one more time and took her hand, helping her up shortly getting up after.
I looked at her again.
"One, two," I took her hand
"Three"
We jumped.
