"I can't believe any of this!" Johnny threw his pencil roughly against his math book creating a loud thud. He sighed, "I hate math." He ran his hands through his blonde hair as many of the students turned to look at his outburst.

I let out a frustrated sigh, "Let me see." I took the book and pencil from him.

He let out a groan.

"What the…" I frowned as I looked around at all the chicken scratch on the notebook paper. "You're doing this all wrong." I shook my head.

"No, I'm not." Johnny's eyes opened wide and he snatched it out of my hands. His eyes skimmed over his paper as a frown stretched over his mouth. He realized I was right.

There was a couple seconds of silence before Johnny sighed and put his head down on the table. "Dude, I really wish I wasn't so stupid." He spoke with a muffled voice.

I sighed. I knew Johnny since we were in first grade. He never payed attention in class. Johnny was the type of guy who either slept through his classes, or was constantly yelled at for being on his phone. "You're not stupid, you just don't fucking pay attention. That's all."

Johnny groaned. "College is fucking hard."

I leaned back on my chair. A girl came into the library letting the chilly breeze in. "Yah, but guess what?"

Johnny sluggishly looked up at me.

"It's harder when you don't pay attention." I whispered.

Johnny stared at me for a few seconds. I could tell he was annoyed. "Welp." He got up and gathered his things. "I'm going back to the dorm." He shoved the things in his backpack and began to walk away. "See you later."

I watched him walk out the door letting another chilly breeze hit me in the face. "Yeah," I whispered to myself. "See you later."

I sat there and looked at the people around me. Tons of confused girls with books, and guys with frustrated looks on their faces. One girl, with a short black pixie-cut hair, looked like she was reading the same sentence over and over again. A frown stretched over her face the more her eyes scanned the same place. A couple, who sat next to each other, were sharing some rather obvious sexual tension. I watched the girl get up with a smile and whisper something in his ear. They both got up giggling softly and went far back into the library.

I got up and prepared myself to feel the chilly breeze. It hit me like shards at first, then it was soothing. I pulled my hood over my head and stuffed my hands into my jacket. The day was ending, and the sun was only a faint orangey-pink glow in the sky. The sky looked interesting. Although many people thought that sort of thing was beautiful, I never really cared for beauty. I walked down the campus, the buildings began to illuminate, and the sky darken.

My legs took me past the edge of campus, down the city streets, and through the city parks. I walked in circles for who knows how long. My legs started to hurt and it was harder to breath as time passed. My lips were numb from the air that had gotten colder. I wanted to cry, I really wanted to, but my face stayed straight, nothing came out. I finally came to a stop on the bridge that crossed the downtown river. I didn't know how late it was. It was probably very late because of the lack of cars and people in the streets. The pain in my legs began to feel unbearable. I placed my hands on the edge of the rail and gripped it tight. The wind blew my hair around and I looked down at the water filled with tiny flashing lights.

I closed my eyes and a whimper escaped from my mouth. You won't. I angrily swung my leg over the rail and pushed myself up. I sat there and stared ahead at the city. See you later. Johnny's voice echoed in my head. I took a deep breath. My hands were slowly about to lose their grip. Just let go…

"The view is so beautiful, isn't it?" A soft voice snapped me back to the reality of what I was doing.

I gripped the rail with force this time as I looked down at the rushing water below. I began to feel sick to my stomach. I turned to look beside me. A girl with deep black hair was leaning against the railing looking at the city. A few cars rushed by.

"Uh, yeah…" I said uncomfortably from my seat on the rail.

The girl looked up at me with hazel eyes reflecting the city lights. She held plastic bags from a convenience store near campus. "What are you doing out here so late?"

I managed to get myself off the railing, and pulled my phone out. It was almost midnight.

The girl wore a brown coat with a red scarf which her hair was partially tucked into.

I sighed. "I didn't realize it was this late."

She smiled, I noticed her eyes looked puffy. Had she been crying? "Well, you should get home," a small frown formed on her lips, "Your lips look purple."

I swallowed and nodded. I looked down and put my hands into my hoodie. "Yeah," I noticed I began to shiver.

"Goodnight." She smiled, waved, and began walking in direction of campus holding the two bags. I stood there and watched her leave. This girl, this girl saved my life and she had no idea. I probably would never see her again.

The girl was a few feet ahead when a bag she was holding ripped. Everything it contained spilled all over the sidewalk. The girl stood still looking at the things on the ground. She groaned and slowly started to put them into the other bag. I walked towards her and started to help. She smiled kindly as we picked up the items in slightly awkward silence. Everything I picked up was either cookies, candy, or ice cream… I held out the last bag of chips to her and she shoved it in the other bag. "I just hope this bag makes it back to the dorm." She half-smiled.

"Having a party or something?" I motioned towards the bag with my head.

She looked down and moved some hair out of her face. "Yes, something like that." She looked up and giggled.

I looked at her with a straight face. I think my mouth twitched in an attempt at a smile.

She looked around awkwardly and smiled. "Well, see you. Have a nice night." She waved and continued her way down towards the twinkling city lights.

I looked at the river one more time. For some reason I wasn't okay anymore with the idea of never being able to see it ever again.