We, that sounds so beautiful

Monday.

Of course.

It has to be Monday.

Because of it being Monday, here I am trudging towards my High School, Silverwood High.

By the way, Christmas/Holiday/Whatever-you-call-it break just ended. So, fuck life.

I started to cross the bridge When I notice a beautiful brunnete girl that I recognize as Jasmine Kane. She's heading the opposite way to school, which was weird. God, it didn't help that she was wearing short shorts, a semi-oversize grey sweater, and her brown hair was gently blowing in the San Fransisco wind.

As I reached the other side, something caught my eye.

Jasmine was about to jump.

My body reacted before my brain and I started to sprint. I reached Jasmine just as she jumped. I grabbed her pale hand, and she stared at me with fierce hazel eyes.

I am the only thing between her life and her death.

Her hand started to slip.

But I didn't let go.

Together, we plummeted into the icy depths if San Fransisco Bay.

Before we hit the ice, just moments after we fell, I whispered into her hair, "Just a by the way before we die; My name is Will Quaint."

Jasmine seemed to try to say something- but our lives ended before she could finish.

This was it. I'm going to jump. I have no one left in the world.

Fuck, My own mother left me.

I glanced one last time at the slowly rising sun on theGolden Gate Bridge.

I jumped.

The shock never came.

I opened my eyes to see what was keeping me from leaving this world.

And my eyes locked with a familiar pair of gentle blue orbs. I knew this person.

I finally recognized those gentle eyes as Will Quaint's.

My hand started to slip.

No, I can't go now. I finally have something to live for.

I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared to die.

Alone.

But as I fell, I was wrapped in the strong arms of The cookie-loving teenager.

"By the way, before we die, my name is Will Quaint." What adweeb, I already KNOW his name. But yet, I opened one hazel eye and started to say something- but the icy waters engulfed us before I could even speak.

We died.

We, that sounds so beautiful. If only I could have lived to say that.