You were standing at the edge of the bridge, holding onto the railing as you leaned over to look down at the water far below you. It was dark out, past midnight, and you stood in silence as you peered into the shadows underneath where your feet were planted. For now, at least.

First day of senior year had gone to shit, not that you expected much else. Once your house had gone silent, you had snuck out of your room to come here, for probably more than obvious reasons.

Life sucked, to put it mildly. And no matter how many people kept telling you “it’s going to get better”, you knew you couldn’t keep waiting for forever until that time came. If it ever did, that is.

You tightened your grip on the railing slightly as you carefully stuck one foot out over the darkness, just to see what it felt like. It wouldn’t be much of an honorable death, and definitely not a memorable one, but you really couldn’t care less.

Still, as you were just about to let go, a sudden voice is heard from behind you. One that you know all too well.

“What the fuck?”

You glance back over your shoulder, and well. Of all the people who you’d expect to interrupt your plans of jumping off some bridge, Connor Murphy was not one of them.