A petite girl made her way to the bridge taking small steps, only the feeling of numbness coursing throughout her body. Her hair was down and the cold breeze tousled her already messy locks. Eyes of crystal blue were surrounded with muddy dark makeup. A note crumbled in her tight grip. She stopped once she got to the middle of the bridge. She climbed over the rail and sat on the top for a moment, taking a look at the water below her. The girl dropped the paper in her hand behind her on the bridge. She then moved so she was standing on the side, the only thing keeping her on was her tight grip on the rails. A countdown started in her head as smiled.

He cursed at himself and stared at the ground as he walked across the bridge. He was tired and ready. The only thing in his mind was the sound of the waves crashing beneath the bridge. It soothed him in a way. The waves would soon overtake him. A step on a piece of paper on the ground woke him from his state and he looked up. His eyes widened and he didn't have time to think as his body threw itself against the rail and grabbed the wrist of the girl in front of him just as she let go on her hold of it.

A sigh escaped her mouth and she felt a hand pull her wrist back and even though she felt his touch, she couldn't feel anything else. Tears poured down her cheeks as she was lifted over the rail and onto the bridge.

"Are you okay?" she heard the boy ask her. All she could do was nod. She was choking on her tears and threw herself onto him, clinging like a child. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear and embraced her.

When she felt his hand wrap around her waist, she broke away and snapped out of her sudden shock. "Get away from me," she whispered harshly, staring at the ground.

"I-I'm sorry," he said, taking a step back, a bit confused at her sudden actions.

His soft voice made her look up and see him for the first time. He looked a little older with fiery hair and soft eyes. She shook her head, "No, I'm sorry," she admitted, swallowing hard, "Thank you" She bent down to pick up the piece of paper she had discarded and bit her lip. "What is that?" he asked. She handed it to him.

"Your suicide note." It came out harsher than he intended, "Whose Anna?"

"My sister. She needed some closure,"

"Elsa," he read her name off the page. It sounded so sweet from his lips. "I'm Hans,"

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"I don't think we're that different, Elsa." He turned to the water, "I wanted to be one with the water."

"I thought I did too, I wanted to let go and feel myself fall out of this world" her voice was quiet; "the second I let go, I changed my mind. You saved me from my own disaster"

"Why did you want to let go?" he asked her.

"Why did you?" she shot back, standing straight with wide eyes.

Hans bit his lip and stared at her for a moment before letting out a sigh and looking back at the water, "I'm tired of living," he started, "I have twelve older brothers. Since the day I could walk all they've done was push me down." He took a deep breath and continued with a frown, "My parents treat me like shit because I'm the runt of the group. I'm not as athletic as my brothers, or as smart as they are. I'm nothing. I don't have anything."

Silence ran through the air for a moment. Elsa was never good with words and she was certainly in no position to talk him up from his low. She took a step closer to him, and cautiously reached out her hand to take his. "I'm sorry,"

He looked down at her hand in his. "Your turn," he watched her shut her eyes and clench her jaw. The grip she had on his hand tightened.

"I really don't like to talk about it." He rubbed his thumb over hers as he noticed her distress.

"Okay."

Another moment of silence passed between them, and Elsa smiled. He didn't push her and she liked that. It seemed all anyone did to her anymore was push and push and every night she begged for them to stop.

"Let's go," Elsa told him, tugging on his hand lightly.

"Where?" he asked, walking along with her. Honestly, he didn't care. Something about Elsa pulled him in.

"I don't know, but we can't stay out here tonight."

"I parked my car down the road, we can go wherever you'd like," he offered, walking in front of her towards the direction of his car. Elsa didn't say anything until they got to his car, and he opened the door for her. She mumbled a thank you and slid inside, looking around on the dash.

"What?" Hans asked when he got into the driver's side.

"Didn't you write a note?" she asked. He met her eyes and he shook his head.

"I don't have anyone to say goodbye to." Elsa looked down and Hans cleared his throat.

"So, where to?" he asked as he started the car.

"Can we just drive around? I don't want to go home yet." Hans nodded with a slight smile.

The soft sound of music filled the car from the radio and made a comfortable background noise for the ride. "How old are you?" she asked him.

"Nineteen. You?"

"Seventeen. What's your favorite food?"

The pair went back and forth asking questions as night started to fade to the morning. Hans drove and drove, going nowhere in particular.

"So what do you-" Hans started, but stopped as he looked over at Elsa only to find her asleep in the passenger seat. Her hair sprawled over her face and her head rested on her shoulder. He too was feeling a bit tired, so he pulled into the closest parking lot and turned off the car. He reached over and slowly reclined her seat, trying to make her more comfortable. He pulled off the jacket he was wearing and covered Elsa up with it, and pushed her hair off of her face before reclining his own seat back and closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, Elsa."