He sits on the edge of a bridge looking down into the rushing water

She tells him not to do it

She tells him that he’ll regret it

She tells him that he’ll miss out on the rest of his life

She tells him that everyone will cry until their lungs run out of air

He looks back and laughs

“You’re optimistic if you think anyone will miss me when I leave”

She sits on the edge of a bridge looking down into the rushing water