The edge
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Chapter 7
Chapter 7 – The Edge
My driver pulled the car into a quiet spot beneath an old shed near the bridge. It was my destination.
Roderick stepped out first, opening the door for me. I nodded in thanks but said nothing as I walked toward the bridge alone.
He started to follow, but I raised my hand.
“Wait here,” I said firmly.
The night air was still. Heavy. The wind whispered through the rails, brushing against my coat like a lover’s sigh. I made my way down the bridge slowly, each step echoing like a heartbeat on concrete.
Reaching the middle, I climbed the railing.
The view was... peaceful.
The way the water below seemed to swallow everything—it was calming. Inviting. As if it promised to carry every pain, every thought, every unspoken word, and wash them away forever.
I stretched my arms out wide, feeling the wind graze my skin.
This was the edge.
And I was ready.
Just as I leaned forward, arms outstretched, ready to fall into the silence—
A voice broke the stillness.
“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I turned sharply.
And there she was.
She stood a few feet away, barefoot on the cold concrete, rain-soaked hair plastered to her skin. She looked like a storm herself—wild, beautiful, and uninvited.
Her green eyes were untamed. Haunted. They locked onto mine with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.
There was something about her.
She didn’t look like she belonged in this world. Or maybe... she didn’t want to anymore.
She stepped closer, lips moving—words, soft as the rain, that I couldn’t quite hear. I was too mesmerized by the shape of her mouth, the tremble in her voice, the sorrow stitched into her gaze.
Then she climbed up beside me on the railing.
She didn’t hesitate.
“If you’re going to jump,” she whispered, voice barely audible over the wind, “then don’t do it alone.”
A pause. Then she added, “If you jump... I’ll jump too.”
Wait. Did she think I wanted to jump? I was just trying to clear my head
She was serious.
But I could tell—she didn’t want to die. No, she wanted someone to stop her. To see her. To pull her back.
A stranger, yet she stood there, challenging fate with me.
Something stirred inside me.
A strange... pull.
I had always believed fate was cruel. But in that moment—there was poetry in it. Like the universe had twisted its cruel fingers into a knot and tied her to me.
I smiled, half-broken, half-charmed.
“Let’s see if you mean it,” I murmured to my self
And I jumped.
Through the wind, through the dark—
I fell.
But I wasn’t alone.
Behind me, I heard the splash.
She had jumped.
Only... she couldn’t swim.
Of course she couldn’t.
“Damn it,” I muttered, kicking toward her.
The girl who tried to save me was now the one drowning.
Fate really did have a twisted sense of humor.
But even in this chaos, I felt it—
A beginning.
Not an end.
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