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The afternoon had been golden and lazy, the kind that made you believe nothing bad had ever happened or ever would. Leo was perched on the bridge’s edge like a bird, all sharp elbows and restless energy, while Alex sat a cautious two feet behind him.
“You were wrong,” Alex said out loud, voice cracking. “My whole life isn’t a waiting room. It’s just been stuck on pause.”
“I’m serious about the job,” Alex had said. “It’s stable. It’s safe.”
He didn’t look back. But the flashback didn’t fade. It settled into his bones, warm as a hand on his shoulder, and walked with him into the rest of his life.
The rain was a baptism, cold and relentless, soaking through the thin fabric of Alex’s coat. He stood on the bridge where the old train tracks used to run, staring at the water churning fifty feet below. The city was a smear of wet lights behind him.
“The fall’s better, too.”
That was the moment. The one Alex would replay a thousand times. The moment he should have said more. Should have closed the two feet between them. Should have told Leo that the reason he never jumped, never risked, never spoke was because the only thing he truly wanted was standing right there, and losing that was a fall he’d never survive.
Leo’s smile flickered. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Always,” Alex had whispered.
“I’m not going to jump,” he said to the empty air.
The voice that answered wasn’t there. It was in his head, a ghost from a Tuesday three years ago.
And for the first time in three years, he believed it.
“Water doesn’t have student loans.”