Rebeginning

I sat on the bridge, my legs hanging off the side. A piece of paper clenched in my hand.

It was a nice, breezy day. The sky was a deep blue, cloudless and beautiful. I had come to this bridge every day. The days slowly passing, with me on the same bridge in that same spot.

I looked down at the deep blue sea under me. Amazingly calm, wanting to engulf me in the deep waters. I sighed.

Maybe this is the day.

I have repeated this line every day. But today, I was confident.

I flung the paper behind me and stood on the railings of the bridge.

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I’ve always wanted to ask someone these questions.

Do you know what it feels like to be abandoned?

To be thrown around? Like someone’s rag doll, with no life?

Do you know what it’s like to love someone?

And to have your heart broken by them?

Do you know what it feels like to want to die?

Every single wretched moment of your life?

I bet you don’t.

And I bet you don’t care.

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I closed my eyes. The breeze ruffling my hair and clothes. And, I smiled.

For the first time in years.

Then, I shuffled forwards and lifted my foot. I was ready to let go.

As I tilted forwards, I felt a cold hand grasp my ankle. I spun round, furious.

“What? Go away!” I yelled.

“I do. And, I do,” the girl said. She had hazel, brown hair and amber eyes. The eyes that reached my soul.

“What?” I asked, my voice softened. I was mesmerised.

“I do know these feelings. And, I do care. I really do,” Her lips twisted into a smile as she held up the paper.

I didn’t know what to say.

She let go of my ankle and held up her hand.

I hesitated.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Ready for what?”

“For a new life,”

Without a moment’s hesitation, I grabbed her hand.

And that day, was the day that I smiled a second time.