The jump

I put my pen down and folded the note, placing it gently on my bed. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, 3:47 am. I should have left by now, but there's still so much to say goodbye to. For instance, Mr Smol. He looked at me with his dark, glass eyes -who knew the look from a

stuffed bear can make one feel so guilty- and I picked him up for the last time from his position on my bed. I looked at his still eyes feeling nostalgic as memories of childhood and easier times crowded my mind. With a heavy heart, I put Mr Smol down, and with heavy feet, I opened my window and stepped out, taking the first step of my last journey.

I took the long route to Molten Bridge, a bridge that used to connect one side of the city to another until a more modern bridge was built and put this bridge out of service. This bridge was my getaway whenever I had one of my many breakdowns because it was so quiet and deserted, meaning I would never be disturbed. This bridge had been my sanctuary for 3 years now; it felt almost right to end things here. I walked slowly to the edge of the bridge and looked down at the still river flowing swiftly below. I closed my eyes with the thought of the river in my mind, and I opened my arms out like a bird. The cold wind blew against my body and through my fingers as if it were trying to move me away from the edge.

My decision was already made, though, and with no hesitance, I jumped.