She doesn't want this anymore. She can't take it. All the stress and fear over nothing. She has to get out. She has to get out now. She wants to end her life. She's on the bridge, building up her courage to finally let go, to finally be free. But then the handsome stranger comes and pulls her over. She looks up into his eyes and sees him. She thinks to herself, 'who the hell just saved my life?' *PLEASE NOTE* I do not suffer from anxiety of any sort. I apologize if any of my information is inaccurate or offensive. I will try to be as accurate and realistic as possible. Again, I apologize for any inaccuracy, offense, or incorrect information.