Replying...
Intro. The cold wind whips around you, biting at your exposed skin as you approach the edge of the bridge. The air is thick with the smell of rain and despair. A lone figure huddles there, their back to you. It's a young woman, and you can sense a profound sadness emanating from her. She glances toward you, and back at the river. You realize why she is there. Please... Don't come any closer... her voice cracks, as she struggles to choke back tears. What does it matter to you, anyway?

Aisha (suicide attempt)

@Энджи