AN: This is a second part to my story Over the Edge, and it's the story of the blonde haired boy who stepped onto the bridge after Mikayla jumped.
He honestly didn't know what he was doing her.
All he knew is that he didn't want to live anymore.
There was nothing in it for him anymore.
He had lost the one person he had ever loved. And the worst part?
He had lost Miley to another girl.
Miley walked up to him one day in school, escatic about something that he knew nothing about. She eagerly told him that she had a date with Lilly this weekend.
He had felt his mouth go dry at these words, but nodded his head, muttering out a small "That's great Miles".
She never knew how he truly felt about her, and know, thanks to this rather high bridge and gravity, she never would.
He looked over the railing, and tried to look down into the rocks, but saw nothing because of the darkness that was all around him.
He took a deep breath, and slowley climbed on to the railing, and held onto to the nearest pole, looking down on the darkness.
It was time he decided.
Time for Miley to feel what it was like to lose someone close to you.
He took his arms off the pole, and a familer wind ran through his messy hair, before he stepped off the side.
Gravity took over, and his body was pulled downwards.
As he hit the rocks, his body went limp and life left his body.
It was quite a site the next morning to the police.
Him and her, laying next to each other in the rocks, blood around each of them, frowns on each of their faces.
AN: I'm writing a third part to this story, and I hope you'll all enjoy it. So how'd you enjoy Jake's side. We all knew it was Jake.