At the time, she had been desperate. Looking for some faint light to show her the way, a bubble of oxygen deep underwater. She'd taken his hand. Of course she had. But the thing was it wasn't just because he had said he couldn't live without her. He hadn't just been a handy excuse to not jump. It was because she loved him too.
She still visited that place, you know. The one with the deadly drop. It was still there and occasionally she'd go up in the dead of the night and stare down at where her body was supposed to have lain that fateful night.
There were times when she still wanted to make the jump. Things didn't suddenly turn into happily ever after and she doubted there ever would be one. Life and especially love needs strength and constant effort to continue. It's a struggle, but without it you may as well be dead anyway.
She'd learnt a lot in the past year. You can't have high's without the low's, your appearance really doesn't matter as much as you think it does and people won't always be there for you. It doesn't mean they won't try to be, though.
Leaning on the edge she'd once stood upon, she watched the sun begin to rise.
"I thought you'd stopped coming up here," said a male voice from behind her. "You haven't been up here in months."
"I know. But this is a reminder." She smiled, turning towards him.
"For what?"
"That now, for the foreseeable future at least, that I too have a reason to breathe."