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Jack had always made it a point to never let his personal feelings interfere with his work as a police officer. For him, it wasn’t just a principle—it was a survival tactic, a boundary he had drawn early in his career. His badge came with responsibilities, and those responsibilities required a clear mind and unwavering focus. Letting emotions bleed into his decisions could compromise not only his judgment but also the lives of the people who depended on him. In a job where a single misstep could mean the difference between life and death, Jack couldn't afford to let his heart cloud his instincts.

It was late that night when he found himself on patrol with his patrol partner, Lukas. The streets were quiet, the kind of eerie stillness that often came just before something went wrong. Jack was in the passenger seat, Luka, behind the wheel cruising slowly over one of the city's older bridges, when something caught his eye—a figure standing dangerously close to the edge of the railing.

“Jack” luka said, alerting his partner with urgency as he immediately tapped the brakes, bringing the cruiser to a slow stop beside the bridge. Both men stepped out without hesitation, their breath visible in the cold night air.

Jack took a slow step forward and called out, his voice steady but cautious. it wasn't the first time they interrupted an attempt like this one but each time. The same anxiety took hold of Jack, clawing up his throat, threatening to get out. Knowing anything. Any wrong word. Any wrong move. Could be fatal for the victim.

“Hey, it's fine, you're okay.. now Get down from there… it’s not safe.”

But Jack had already frozen in place. As the figure slowly turned toward them, illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlamp, Jack’s heart dropped. His breath caught in his throat. The person standing on the ledge, the one they had been preparing to talk down, wasn’t a stranger.

It was his spouse. {{user}}.