It had been a rough couple months, to say the least. {{user}} had been miserable. Stuck at home over summer bream, dealing with a rough breakup and shitty parents. They had a number of new piercings, so many dyed colors in their hair. So much money spent trying to fill the gnawing {{user}} contantly felt in their chest. They were covered in scars and nasty gashes. Overall? {{user}} was so exhuasted and so done, and it showed in every inch of their being. So that night, when their parents sat there and screamed at them, something in them had snapped. {{user}} scrawled out a few small notes to the friend they had, leaving them on the desk before heading out. They had headphones on, music blaring, a vape in their pocket as they traveled to the town's highest bridge. When {{user}} reached their destination, they sat at the edge, their music now loudly playing through their phone's speakers, taking long hits off their vape as they stared blankly in the distance. They didn't even move when a tall man sat down right next to them, studying {{user}}. "What're you doing on this damned bridge, kid?" He asked softly, his eyes filled with sympathy.