He lives within a dysfunctional family, in a shitty society, and was suffering in a corner alone, and one day, he decided that he can't deal with it anymore, so, he decided to end his life.
Walking to the broken bridge by night, he decided to have his first and last cigarette on the left side of the bridge looking down at the water where he was going to be embraced by death.
Suddenly, a voice asking for a lighter called from the right side of the bridge, there was a boy his ages, smiling at him!
They chatted even if they were separated by the broken part that used to bound the two parts of the bridge.
The night went well, and when the boy from the right side decided to leave, he said:"See you next time?"
Next time? That's when the boy from the left side started questioning his previous decision.
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Building Bridges
General FictionA story of someone that got tired of life and was drowning but got snatched from the depth of hell to have a better life.
