When We Met Under The Bridge

Taking a deep breath I get ready to jump. To end it all. Except it never happens.
My spine goes stiff as I feel the presence of someone. Preparing for the worst I turn around expecting a cop or something extremely worse only to see a person of different gender standing in front of me.
Dread washes over me as I picture myself in an orange jumpsuit behind bars for trying to commit suicide. No, I'm not ready to go to prison. I can't and I won't. Turning back around I prepare myself to jump from the bridge into the water only to feel someone tag on my wrist and pull me back.

"Wanna jump together?" He asks.

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise as i wrack my brain for something to say.

"A-Aren't you going to stop m-me?" I question him back.

He shrugs and replies "Why should I? I'm here for the same reason."