Falling
She stood on the very edge of the bridge, wondering how it would feel to fall. Wondering how it would feel for everything to be over.
It was going on evening, and the sky was streaked with orange and purple as the sun set. She reached out to the sun, dipping lower into the horizon.
She wished she could do that;
Set below where people could see, disappear, until the next day, where everything would be fine again.
Except it never was.
She closed her eyes and put down her arm. She sat down on the railing, looking down below, towards the abandoned road.
She remembered when everything was fine. When she was fine, even on the inside. She wished she could be that again.
But she couldn't be, and it would stay like that. She took a step forward, an inch away from falling. Looking down at the water, rippling, dark, mysterious, she felt happy, just for a moment.
But it was only a moment, and moments don't last forever. She wasn't happy, she would never, ever be.
That's what people said. She would never be happy, even if she tried. But she had stopped trying a million years ago; she would never be the same again. The world took away what was her.
She wished she could be happy again like she once was.
And she was going to make that wish come true.
She gripped the piece of paper, and jumped.
And she was happy again.