This'll be the Day When I Die
My knuckles tensed white as I gripped the bridge's outer railings. The wind lifted my hair and the crashing sound of rushing waters, hundreds of feet below, assaulted my ears. Thoughts of numerous pathetic attempts filled my brain.
'This time I will do it,' I told myself. 'No more failures.'
I leaned forward and let go. I accelerated earthward as gravity took a hold. Terror engulfed me but serenity quickly replaced the fear.
Ironically, I'd never felt so alive.
'The bungee rope should tighten soon' was the last thought I ever had as my face smashed into the freezing water.
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