It was a windy morning, and the sea waves were rattling violently under the city bridge.
Delicately, the girl put her hands on the parapet, watching the immense ocean below.
Bella Hartley took a deep breath. It was time.
She leaned over the sill and sat down. Being up there, on top of the bridge, was a little scary, but it also brought a great sense of freedom. Bella watched her feet dangle in the air, seeing the sea a few meters below.
Then, she prepared herself to join him.
A few seconds later, when the wind took another sharp turn in the air, Bella braced herself, and, in one leap, launched herself downwards.
The sound of her body falling against the water was low and unnoticed, blending with the sound of the transformation.
That was the last time Bella Hartley was seen.