I thought my story would end here, on this lonely bridge, with no one to stop me. The cold wind was my only company, whispering promises of silence, of escape. No one cared, no one ever had.

But just as I leaned forward, the world seemed to pause. A pair of arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me back with unexpected strength. Startled, I turned to see her—a girl, trembling, tears streaming down her face.

"You’re still so young! Why would you do this?!" she cried, her voice breaking with emotion. Her grip on me was firm, like she was holding on to my life for me.

I stared at her, lost for words. Something about her face was familiar, like a fragment of a memory I couldn’t quite place. Who was she? And why did she care so much?