Moonlight Serenade

Stand on the bridge, inky sludge sloshing by below.
Exhaustion and elation.
The arrow points over the edge with directions to “jump”.
What would happen if I did?
A moonlight serenade. A waltz for the night.
Black waters rushing towards an icy realization.
You should have stopped me.
I didn’t get hurt though. It was you.

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