blind person

It's five in the morning on a Tuesday, a young man aged 17, walks out to the middle of lions’ gate bridge and stops along the walking path. He approaches the railing of the bridge’s edge and looks down at the water 364 feet beneath him. Then he looks up at the sky, he pauses for a moment, breathing shallow breaths and shaking noticeably. He climbs over the top of the railing and sits on it. His legs dangled over the side like a small helpless child and a chair hundreds of feet too big for him. He murmurs to himself aggressively.
Hello... a voice suddenly says with a questioning tone behind him. Having not initially noticed anyone, the younger man jumps with a startled jolt just before catching himself. He turns around to see an old man in about a 70s, leaned up sitting ag
