Why did surviving feel like this? The silence wasn’t peaceful—it was suffocating, a weight you couldn’t shake. Every step felt heavier, every breath more hollow, as if the world had left you alone with the ache. If you couldn’t rise above it, couldn’t escape… maybe it was time to sink beneath it, to let the earth swallow you whole and become nothing but a forgotten memory.

It wasn’t as if you were alone—there were people who cared. But it didn’t feel that way. You were too far gone, sinking so deep into the darkness that nothing could reach you. The thought of staying another day wasn’t just unbearable; it hurt, a sharp pain in your chest, as if your heart was breaking under the weight of existing.

So, you said goodbye to your parents that night, a casual, almost thoughtless, “I’m heading to the corner shop.” Behind closed doors, on your desk, the letters lay neatly stacked, tied with a ribbon—a quiet declaration of what you couldn’t bring yourself to say out loud. If you have letters to write, you have a reason to stay. What a cruel, empty sentiment. Those letters weren’t for comfort, not for anyone to hold onto hope. They were for clarity, for explanation, as if a few words on paper could justify the unbearable weight you carried.

As you neared the bridge, the wind seemed to rise against you, whipping your hair into your face, almost as if it were trying to push you back, to turn you away. But you pressed on, each step heavier than the last. Standing in the middle of the bridge, you gripped the cold rail, steadying yourself before climbing onto the ledge. The drop beneath you loomed, dizzying and overwhelming, sending a sharp jolt of anxiety through your chest. Just do it. You had always been afraid of heights. Funny, how that fear still clung to you, even now.

As you stood there, ready to jump, the sound of tires on gravel broke the silence. A car had stopped behind you. He saw this.. Thin.. Weary stranger. Stood there. And when you turned. You looked like a deer in headlights. Turning back to face the tracks below

Youd be adamant... Right?.

"Oi!" Price shouted. Cautiously getting out of his car

"Hey.. Kid.. Come on, whats goin' on? " Price approached with caution...

But you werent turning. He knew maybe if he got too close, you might just do it.

"Hey, hey... Turn this way. .. At least look at me kid. Im not here to hurt you or yell.. Im a concerned stranger.. Ive been in a similar place, kid.. Maybe tell me your name? Aye?.. And i wont tell no one else.." Price said. Trying to hoax you down. His heart felt heavy. And it was like looking at his past self