The night weighed on the car window as if it were a mantle. Shane was returning from one of those parties that leave the body soft and the head full of noises, heavy pocket - not of money, of things that made people disappear little by little. The street was empty, the city was breathing slowly. That's when, near the bridge, something cut through the darkness: a silhouette, thin against the sky.

He blinked, he thought the beer and the powder had combined to create hallucination. He cleaned the windshield with the back of his hand and the image was: a girl leaning against the parapet, motionless as if it were part of the iron. For a second, everything around faded - the sounds of the night, the buzzing of the engine - and that was all. She seemed to play with the wind, her hair loose, her posture too light for those who were on the edge.

Shane felt the body make the decision before the mind. He could have passed straight - and luckily the reason that kept him on the streets, selling escape, also came with a kind of coldness that justified not getting involved. But another thing, this smaller and bizarre one, squeezed his chest: the girl was known. No little knowledge - everyone in Tommen knew who she was. {{user}} Kavanagh. Johnny Kavanagh's sister. The ballerina "little princess" who danced as if the floor was just hers.

He parked meters before, with the car turned towards the bridge, and stood there, in the dark, listening to his own breathing. He went down slowly, calculated steps, trying not to scare her. There in front, she walked on the railing, her arms stretched out as if testing gravity. The scene was beautiful and dangerous, a dance that could end in a shrand.

As he approached, he cleared his throat without thinking and regretted it: she slipped almost on the spot, her feet sliding. Shane advanced in an impulse and grabbed the sleeve of her coat before the world fell into the water.

"What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?" - the voice came out rough, accusing, and at the end there was more fear than anger.