Hey, so, on with the story I guess. (More down below)
Phil's P.O.V
"And why would I do that? What reason do I have not to? I have no one who would care if I jumped. And besides all that, how would you understand?"
I had turned slightly to look at him. Really look at him.
"You're gorgeous; you're probably incredibly smart, and the big one. Odds are your straight and have lots of friends. Of which I am the opposite."
"Ha, really. I'm sorry, but that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I'm not pretty, at all, but thanks. I dropped out of university, I have 0 friends because of an abusive relationship with my now ex-boyfriend. And I have been suicidal before, nobody, and I mean nobody deserves that. It doesn't matter how low you think of yourself, you don't deserve that. And I promise you, that if you step down, I will help you. And if you want I could be your friend."
I don't know why, but something inside of me said I could trust him, that he wouldn't hurt me and that he would help me. And I do need a friend. Lately the long lonely nights that consist of me crying in a corner alone, have been getting too much.
"Okay, but first. My name is Phil and I live just down the street. What's your name and where do you live?"
"My name is Dan, and I live just down the street as well. Now will you please step down from there and let me help you?"
"Okay. Just let me get down."
I went to step down from the bridge when I felt a giant gush of wind, and I lost my balance.
"PHIIILLLL!"
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