Is this supposed to go this way?!

“Don’t—” I screamed, propelling my legs forward to run, but in an instant, I found myself beside them, asking, “… jump?”

“Eh…?” The girl turned around, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Ehhh??” I exclaimed, unintentionally causing her to lose balance and fall from the railing, all in my desperate attempt to halt my own legs…

As she teetered on the brink of eternal slumber, I swiftly regained my balance and clasped her hand, preventing her descent.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?!” The girl shouted, her eyes a mix of confusion and anger.

“I’m genuinely curious about that myself. Regardless, I was on the verge of some serious trouble,” I replied, struggling to lift her up.

Meanwhile, rain began to pour amidst the darkness of night. The atmosphere bore an otherworldly essence, mirroring the extraordinary circumstances unfolding before me. The collected puddles on the streets and the rhythmic beat of raindrops transformed the surroundings into a realm of coolness and uninhibited passion, serving as an ideal backdrop for an impending tragedy.

“No, it’s not about the weather; it’s about the crime. Stay focused,” I thought to myself.

“Get it together!” I cried out in a panic, gripping her tightly to prevent her from plummeting off the bridge.

“Why, you…” the girl retorted, her gaze burning with anger as she struggled to break free.

“Just leave me alone. I can’t even choose my own fate anymore. Why does everyone have to interfere in every aspect of my life? Let me find peace, please…” she sobbed, her voice lashing out at me. Tears welled up in her emerald eyes, defying her attempts to hold them back.

“Hmm? Absolutely not,” I responded firmly, my tone unwavering.

Oh, no, no… Setting aside moral values, I had just managed to steer myself towards a visible future, and I certainly didn’t want to end up imprisoned for an accidental murder plot.

I took a deep breath, searching for the right words to console her in this moment of despair. “Listen, I know life can be overwhelming, but there are people who care about you, who want to help. You don’t have to face this alone.”

She glanced at me, her tear-stained face etched with skepticism. “You think anyone could understand what I’m going through? You are just as random as one can be.”

I met her gaze with unwavering determination. “Maybe not everyone can fully comprehend your struggles, but that doesn’t mean there’s no one who will try. We all carry our own burdens, and sometimes, sharing them with someone who cares can make a world of difference.”

I really didn’t know how I was speaking such a mature language, it even sounded a bit cliche but my word were not in my control anymore.

The rain continued to pour, its rhythmic patter serving as a backdrop to our heartfelt conversation. She seemed lost in thought for a moment, her eyes searching mine for sincerity.

“You don’t understand,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of pain and longing. “I just want the pain to stop. I want to escape this torment.”

My grip tightened, my fingers intertwining with hers. “I can’t promise you an instant solution, but maybe…something is possible, there’s nothing hundred percent impossible.”

A flicker of hope danced in her eyes, mingling with the tears. “and there’s nothing hundred percent possible…” she asked, her voice trembling.

“But we have that 99.9% scope to try. Let’s take it one step at a time,” I reassured her, my voice filled with genuine care.

After a few moments of profound silence, her resistance gradually subsided, and I assisted her in regaining her footing on the railing.

“I…I just…” She slumped to the ground, leaning against the railings for support, burying her head between her knees as tears streamed down her face, “hate myself…”

I knelt beside her, placing a hand on her trembling shoulder. “Relatable, I hate you as well.”

“Uh…” She paused for a moment, her cheeks turning red as she attempted to inch away from me. However, her back was already pressed against the railing, leaving her with no escape.

I caught a flicker of curiosity in her eyes, a silent question begging to be answered. It was a chance encounter, strangers thrust into a fleeting moment with no knowledge of each other’s stories. Yet, within that shared uncertainty, an unspoken connection ignited.

But she was not alone in her sentiments. Within me, a peculiar phenomenon unfurled. My heart raced, its rhythm erratic, while an unfamiliar sense of solace washed over me—an emotion I couldn’t bring myself to despise.

“It was a bit too much, wasn’t it?” I responded, absently scratching my forehead, attempting to divert my gaze.

“Yeah…” she murmured, twirling a strand of hair. “But it did save a life, so thanks.”

“Oh my God, did I just narrowly escape once again?” That was truly my immediate thought after that brief exchange. The astonishing part of it all was simply overwhelming, and I couldn’t deny that this incident further confirmed something amiss with my body.

“If there’s something you’d like to share, why don’t we take a leisurely stroll and talk?” I suggested, extending my hand towards her.

“You are a bit crazy, in many different ways. I maybe, just maybe a tiny bit interested in hearing about you as well.” she responded, accepting my hand and rising to her feet.

As luck would have it, the rain was but a passing shower, and by the time we concluded our tumultuous encounter, the clouds had vanished entirely.