2. The river

It flowed into the sea. The sun made a small path to the horizon, which was abruptly erased by passing clouds. I walked down the bridge and looked over the edge. It was a steep drop down, especially on days like a stormy Monday, it would be perfect for suicide. Tightening the grasp on my takeaway coffee cup I push myself away and sit, leaning against the cold metal barriers.

No one walks along the bridge anymore they say it's a waste of money and space, I think it's perfect. No people, no cars, just silence, perfect, blissful silence. I put my headphones on and listen to the Spotify playlist 'life sucks' and start to write in my notebook,the perfect way to spend an afternoon in my opinion.

After a while I pick myself up and walk by myself home holding my note book tight to my chest.

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