After the Death of Aria Corey

"I'm a f*****g whacked up piece of shit." I was at the peak of death that time, my knees were trembling as they stood on the edge of the bridge many feet away from the rushing river. My life relied on my sweaty fingers gripping on the steel cylindrical railing of the bridge. "You trying to kill yourself?" a man asked, resting his arms to the railings. He wore a black hoodie covering most of his face, all I can see is the smug and confusing smile he's giving me. It was very insulting cause his voice sounded delightful; like a neighbor on a sunday morning asking you how your weekend has been. "Why? You wanna stop me?" I asked. It was starting to rain, small droplets tickling my skin. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it on his mouth before lighting it up, the minty smoke slaps my face as he breathes. "No, why would I? That's not my business." "Then why are you here?" "Nothing," he smirked. "Just want a bargain." "What could you possibly want to a person about to end its miserable life?" I asked again. "Exactly!" he exclaimed, then jumped up the railing and sat on to it. I wobbled a little so I gripped on to the railing tighter, he laughed a little before speaking. "If you really wanna die, then why did you hold on tighter?" I didn't respond, so he continued. "I see that you want to kill yourself not because you want to die, but because you can't live your life with a burden resting on your shoulders." "f**k off!" I yelled. He chuckled a little. "Smile, my darling! It's contagious." He lifted my chin to level his gaze, that's when I realized, he had no irises—his eyes were just plain white and blank. "What the f**k are you!?" To my surprise, my hands slipped down and my body dropped to the river. I can feel myself sinking down slowly like a helpless creature trapped in the endless void. It was getting darker as I sank, the light of the moon dimming its glow the more the water fill my lungs. As my vision blur, I remembered the last thing I saw when I'm alive; it was a beautiful man with only blank white in its eyes. Maybe he was death, that's why he wore his clothes all black. But I could never be so sure, maybe he's a demon willing to accept my dying soul in exchange for a wish I'd never be able to achieve by praying. Or maybe he's some sort of genie. Damn, I wish he's some genie. Cause if he's a demon, then I'd go to hell for killing myself and I'd probably see him again there. "Wow, darling, what a smart person you are!" Wait—what the f**k?! Whose voice is that?!