You found me clinging to the edge of an old and broken bridge. My hands grasped the concrete so tightly that my knuckles had turned white and my palms were stinging from all the cuts. My arms burned from the strain of hanging on as gravity tugged relentlessly at my feet.
Your black converse stomped into place just between my tired fingers. You stared down at me with piercing green eyes and eyebrows tightly knit together in a frown. There was silence.
Then your arm slowly stretched out and I dangerously lifted a hand to meet it. You came closer and closer and closer⦠I could almost feel the strong grip of gravity releasing me. I could almost hear the sigh of relief from my exhausted muscles. The tips of our fingers touched.
And then you pulled back. I stared up at you with wide eyes as you slowly began to walk away. Fear and desperation sank deep into my chest as your legs, then your waist, then your neck disappeared from sight. A small whimper escaped from my throat as your head bobbled on the horizon of my vision, and then just like that, you were gone.
You found me clinging to the edge of an old and broken bridge. And you left me there. You left my hands to bleed and my knuckles to ache. You left my arms to go numb and my tired body to be swept away by the strong clutches of gravity.
You left me there you left me there you left me there. And when you watched me fall, spiraling towards the ground like a rag doll, you thought you saw my skull crack, or my ribs break first. But you were wrong. The first thing to break was my heart.