This is just a short scene that popped in my head.
A lonely girl leaned against the railing of a bridge, staring down at the water below. The saccharine sound of Christmas carols floated from the square about a block away. She should be having fun, and being young. She just didn't belong there. Who would have thought someone could be surrounded by people, yet feel so alone, she thought to herself. But it's possible.
After ditching her drunken friends at a downtown Christmas party she ended up standing on this bridge. She was once again wrapped in the frigid blanket of despair. The winter air gnawed its way through her clothes and beneath her skin. Shivering, she let her mind escape her body and lost herself in her thoughts.
In the back of her mind she was vaguely aware of the sound of a river. She remembered she was on a bridge. Once she acknowledged this fact, and with no control over her train at thought, her mind entered a realm far darker than it had ever ventured before. What would happen if I were to die, right now? This thought scared her, but not enough to push it away. Part of her wanted to know.
She entertained with this contemplation that she hadn't realized anyone was standing next to her. "Hey." It was a young man from the party. "The party just not your scene?" He had a picturesque smile.
The girl shrugged. "No," she murmured. "Not really." She continued to think about how fragile lives are.
"Hey, are you okay?" the man asked.
Her train of thought jumped tracks when he said that. She then returned to a question she has often asked herself over the past few years. "How can you tell if someone is okay?" she asked in return. She looked at this man with the eyes of a tired old woman.
The man's eyes clouded over with thought. Then his lips curled into a smirk. "Well," he began. "First we need to define 'normal'."
A miniscule smile rose to the girl's face. "This isn't drunk rambling is it?"
The man chuckled. It was a thunderous sound that seemed to make the lights shine a little bit brighter. "No, no. Just me regurgitating what I read in some philosophy journal somewhere," he said lightheartedly.
The smile grew just a little bit bigger.
"What's your name?" he asked.
The girl pushed herself away from the bridge, from her sorrow, from her depression. "My name's …"
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