The wind whipped past your face, but you didn't feel it. The drop from the bridge to the murky waters below was much greater from this angle. You didn't remember walking the short distance from your house to the overpass, but now that you were there, it all made sense.

Meanwhile, Simon, your loving boyfriend was at work. Helping people. Saving them. Making a difference in this shithole of a world. All the while you're standing on the edge of a footbridge, looking down like all the solutions to your problems rested beneath the fast moving current.

A solution to the endless nothing you felt. The moments that you didn't feel completely empty were becoming more scare. You wanted - no - needed it to stop. Would anyone besides Simon miss you?

You slowly reach for the phone still tucked away in your pocket, finding his contact and calling him from muscle memory alone. He was the only one you didn't want to leave behind without a goodbye.

His voice made your chest tighten. "{{user}}, I'm sorry, love. I won't be able to talk for long, I'm busy at the moment. What's up?"