I thought he was my kindred spirit but apparently he saw the qualities reflect in another woman. At night while the city slept, I was awake wandering around aimlessly. With no plan in mind for my present and nothing forecast in my future, I found myself at a bridge above traffic. I leaned over the edge.
My teeth were clenched tight together and I tasted the salt of my tears as they rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t see anything for myself in the years to come that didn’t involve him. God, I loved him so dearly. Waking up to see his face. Making love during stormy afternoons. Cooking his favorite meal, nachos and eating it over candle light. All gone. I would never find someone as handsome, charming, and loving as him. So what’s the point of going on anymore if I wouldn’t be able to find another kindred spirit like him?
I stepped over the ledge. There was another bridge adjacent to the one I was balancing on. I looked a little further and saw a figure standing in the exact same spot as I. I raised an eyebrow and felt an abrupt gust of wind that knocked my backward. When my behind made contact with the sidewalk, the sound of screeching tires and crashing jolted me back to my feet. I gazed down at the highway and placed my hand over my mouth. Four cars were pilled on top of each other while oncoming vehicles slowed to a stop.
That could have been me. Fallen several feet to a rapid painful death. Trembling, I laid my head against my pillow with the thoughts of my love still lingering. Not of the fate I was about to seal over my own life. I slept thinking of him, but eventually those memories faded. When my eye opened, I shrieked at the top of my lungs at the suicide victim laying beside me.
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