She was standing on the bridge. One foot dangling off the edge, meticulously. Even when everything in her, told her to just jump. No, It wouldn't be hard too. But, she couldn't seem bring her adamantine legs to lift one an other over the scaffolding. She felt incoherent for taking the bus and the train to the old, warn down, forgotten bridge. But, she couldn't live knowing she was consigned to oblivion to him.