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Chapter 1- The news.

Chapter 1- The news.

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"Wait, Camilla.", Jestin yelled after me. I continued jogging until I got to the bridge. It was busy; tons of cars zooming past the spot where I stood, 1,000 feet above the swift moving water beneath me. I stepped onto the first railing. I stripped off my jacket as I stepped up another step to the second step. One step until my death. I heard footsteps hitting hard and fast against the pavement. I turned and saw Jestin. He was a mess, black hair is a mess, tears escaping his pale brown eyes. He said in a hoarse voice,"You're not doing this." I said softly,"Why not? You had me at hello, but Lexi must have had you before hello." He hesitently came forward and grabbed wrists,"It's you. It's always been you. I love you"
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