Two

"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled against the wind, pulling him back onto the ledge.

"I'm trying to die!" he screamed back.

"You can't do that!"

"Why the hell not?"

"Because I was here first, therefore, I reserve the right to jump off first!"

"That was cruel of you, bringing me back to this mad, mad world,"

"It was cruel of you to try and leave me here, watching you escape the madness,"

He looked at her for the first time. She had soft, blond hair and startling green eyes that held passion. Being as bundled up as she was, it was difficult to discern any other features.

"We need to hurry up, someone might drive by and see us!" he says frantically.

"Shall we jump at the same time?" she replies, getting ready.

"No, that won't do! I'll go first, so if there are any unexpected surprises in the afterworld, I can come back and warn you,"

"Anything is better than this greedy and vain world! Nevertheless, I was here first. I'll go first, and warn you if necessary," she argued.

"Absolutely not! I'd hate to change my mind and return to the hell that is my life," he said.

"Well, what do you propose we do?" she yelled, the wind getting stronger.

"I do believe th-" he was cut off by her scream as she lost her balance.

He instinctively grabbed her arm and held onto the railing of the bridge with the other. She pulled herself up, safely on the bridge, before turning to help him. They both lay down on the hard pavement of the sidewalk, catching their breath.

"Well that was quite the adventure," she remarked.

"Indeed. Well, I learned one important thing from it," he said, turning to face her.

"And what's that?"

"I have no reason to live," he replied. "But you do. You're beautiful. Please, don't do this,"

"Beauty doesn't mean much when it's dark," she frowned. "But fine. On one condition,"

"Oh?" he raised his eyebrow.

"I want you to live as well," she said, sitting up.

"But that defeats the purpose of my proposal!" he exclaimed.

"It doesn't matter. You go off that bridge, I will follow you," she pouted stubbornly. "Deal, or no deal?"

He smiled, a real and genuine smile, for the first time that night. He cupped her beautiful face in his large, calloused hands, and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Deal,"

The End

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