Authors note: Here's me hoping you enjoy this one...I made it longer than the average chapter. Hope you don't mind too much.

A tear slipped from Geneva's eye as she bowed her head. Bella's breathing was too loud and fast in her ears, "I need to leave! I can't…Can We Go?!" Bella sounded desperate for an immediate change, of situation, mood, or conversation.

Geneva clenched her teeth and let go of Bella's shoulders, "No it's all my fault, I shouldn't have pushed you that far, and I apologize." Geneva's expression was broken, haunted, and it wasn't looking for forgiveness.

'Must have been her military training that prompted her to ask for forgiveness, but what am I forgiving her for?' Bella thought, her mood not as severe as Geneva's. In fact it seemed the ginger woman couldn't seem to contain her hurt at the mention of childhood abuse.

Bella covered her mouth and thought to herself in horror, 'She's atheist, her parents were both strict religious people…dear…god.'

Geneva wheeled the bicycles out of the garage, two of them, and handed one to Bella taking the other for herself. Geneva almost broke down right then and there; it was obvious to Bella that Ginger or Geneva (she wasn't sure what to call her) was totally not used to taking things for her self.

By the look on her face Geneva hated taking the bikes, and Bella knew they were stealing them. Did Bella regret it? Not now that she had seen Geneva's face, Bella decided to go along with most of the things Geneva would suggest.

Both of the bikes were the same, simple and plain, but they looked like they would last forever and were super light. "Damn, Chariot bikes. Most expensive, but most efficient and long lasting bicycles in the whole world." Bella didn't realize she had said this out loud, and maybe what happened next could have been prevented if she had stopped herself.

"Yup."

Something in Geneva's voice made Bella's head snap up in alarm. Geneva had her back turned to Bella, and Bella had a feeling the tall muscular woman was waiting for her to say it, the obvious.

But Bella wasn't going to; she wasn't a dick, jerk, or even an asshole. She could obviously tell that Geneva was getting hit HARD with something horrible, and Bella could see something happening within the next hour that horrified her beyond belief. And Bella just didn't want to say anything.

Bell probably should have mentioned something, but she decided to let this play out. It was a foolish move really; their relationship could have turned into something so much more. Fate's a terrible thing like this, a seemingly simple and courteous decision – like not mentioning someone's crushing need to escape life – could totally change lives.

In the short term it would immediately affect Geneva, the long term? It would most likely scar Bella for life.

"This doesn't look safe." Bella said as she followed behind Geneva. The woman in front of her didn't say anything, and Bella started to get worried.

Geneva hadn't uttered a sound for over and hour, Bella was seriously worried that Geneva was going to do something drastic and life-'NO! I will not think about that, if I don't think about it…she wont attempt it.' If only Bella knew how wrong she was.

"Where are you going? Geneva! Come back!" Bella couldn't keep up as Geneva pumped her legs faster and faster till the pedals were like tires, and the car was going 100 miles per hour.

Geneva was rapidly shooting towards a rope bridge; Bella desperately wondered what she could do when she saw Geneva's sudden actions. She fell of the bike onto the ground just before the bridge; the bike shot off the bridge and down into the torrent river below.

Bella continued to pedal forward as fast as she could, but she was still a ways away. Geneva lay still, not moving.

'She can't be dead, I didn't see her hit the ground that hard.' Bella thought, 'I just have to get there before she decides to do something!'

Getting there should have been easy, all Bella had to do was peddle fast…right? Wrong. A throng of people had started to gather, a large throng of people, and they were all mesmerized by the attempted suicide that had just taken place.

'These people…why are they not shocked…out of their minds with worry, why aren't they helping her?' Bella screamed in her mind as she approached the throng of well-packed people. Before she reached them, however, Bella discarded the stolen bike on the side of the road.

Bella made her way to the back of the crowd, unfortunately all the tall people decided to show up and Bella couldn't see jack shit.

"Come on, come on." Bella muttered trying to find an opening in the crowd. She really didn't want to start pushing her way through; she just wasn't that kind of person.

A man heard her plea and he stepped aside, several more people saw what the man did and they turned to him questioningly. A small group, 7 out of 77 people, was now looking at Bella curiously.

Bella couldn't speak…all these people…staring at her. She couldn't take it, Bella didn't break down, and she just didn't allow herself to open her mouth. It would most likely get her in trouble and cause suspicion as to how Geneva and her had got here, and what they were doing.

Bella stole herself, threw all caution to the wind, and said in the most quite voice possible, "Can I help?"

"Sure. Do you know what happened here?"

"Yeah, I was riding behind her in a bike. And I noticed she was going a little fast…not that I was worried or anything. In fact I started to go faster…but failed miserably since I'm not that good of a bike rider, or whatever. She was a lot faster than me, I only started to get worried when she neared that bridge, I thought; oh my god, what is she doing. I think I know her, is what I'm…no I recognize her. And I think I can help her."

"Help her in what way?" The man who had first stepped aside asked with following interest. Which made Bella sad, because she was mostly lying.

"I thin I can talk her out of committing suicide…again?" Bella said uncertainly, "Can I see her please?"

"Of course. Clear the way!" The man shouted to the crowed, they looked back at him, and he said, "Some of us found someone who could talk that women out of committing suicide."

The crowd immediately parted, and Bella started walking towards the woman's inert form. 'She cant' die, she can't die, she can't die, she just can't die.' Bella repeated to herself over and over again in her mind as she slowly approached Geneva.