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"Are you going to jump?" a calm but curious voice interrupted Irvana's thoughts.

Startled, she turned towards the unfamiliar voice, her eyes meeting those of a stranger standing a few feet away. He was tall and strikingly handsome, with sandy brown hair tousled by the wind and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her.

"Maybe," Irvina replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Jumping off a bridge is a rather drastic solution to whatever problem you're facing," he remarked casually.

"And what would you know about my problems?" she shot back, her bitterness palpable.

"Maybe nothing," he admitted. "But I'd like to try to understand."

"Well, don't let me keep you," she said bitterly. "I'm sure you have better things to do than watch me make a fool of myself."

"Actually, I don't," he admitted with a chuckle. "I was on my way home when I saw you standing here, and I couldn't resist stopping to see what was going on."

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