"How about you be my lifeline and I'll be yours? The wind laps at my hair, tousling it over my eyes as I turn around. I carelessly shove strands off my face as I squint at the figure, though it wasn't necessary. She's standing not more than 5 feet away, but my tears are obscuring my vision." A short story with multiple mini-chapters. TW: Mild descriptions of a suicide attempt at the beginning.All Rights Reserved