inner demons
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She was done though. Tonight she just wanted her pain to end. It was nights like this she truly remembered who she was and why she unwanted so she walked to the edge of the bridge and waited. Letting the wind fly through her hair. Letting the pain subside before she went to jump. Allowing her hair to fly around her.
As she fell a man moved quickly running at an inhuman speed and grabbing her. Grabbing her and quickly putting her on the ground. Impulse the brunette thought. That's who he was. One of the cities superheros. A man that could run faster than the speed of sound had saved her. Rumor had it he was young though.
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