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Once again, I was walking down the bridge to go to my house that I dreaded to go to every day.

And I saw a girl, standing on the railing of the bridge. The same bridge I saw Layla at.

This time, it was a girl I knew.

She carefully turned around and my eyes met hers for a second. A painful smile spread across her face as I dropped everything and I ran towards her, yelling her name. Her arms spread out and before I could catch her, she fell.

I was too late.

















Joy was gone.

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