Prologue

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«From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life»

- Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare


It was a beautiful night to die.

Standing on top of the bridge, I could see the whole city, alive and breathing. The lights still on, even though the sun was coming up. I was sure people would be getting up soon, ready to go to their awful jobs. Or they would be getting home, after a night of boring work. Cars would start circulating on the streets soon enough, and soon enough people would be stuck in traffic, like always.

A car passed me, going way too fast. Maybe they were also trying to kill themselves.

Looking down, I saw the water, already picking up the reflection of the sunshine. I felt the cold air of the morning in my cheeks, embracing my whole body, prickling my skin. Whispering in my ear. Jump, it said.

I will, I replied.

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