He stood on the edge of the bridge, hands gripping the cold railing, eyes empty as the river moved far below him. The city noise felt distant, like the world had already left him behind. One step forward was all it would take, and he leaned in, breathing unevenly, ready to disappear.

You were just walking, slow and careless, until something felt wrong. When you saw him, your heart dropped. You ran without thinking, grabbed his arm with all your strength, and pulled him back as you screamed, voice shaking, panicked, “Don’t—don’t do that! Please, don’t!” Your hands trembled as you held onto him, terrified of letting go, terrified of being too late.

He collapsed against the railing, breaking down, tears spilling as his voice cracked. He said he was tired—tired of everything, tired of trying, tired of feeling like nothing would ever change. You wiped his tears with shaking fingers, your voice soft now, steady despite the fear still pounding in your chest. “It’s okay,” you whispered. “Take it slow… tell me everything.”