“You always say that,” Leo had laughed, kicking a pebble off this very bridge. “You’re not going to jump, you’re not going to quit your job, you’re not going to tell her how you feel. Alex, your whole life is a waiting room.”
And for the first time in three years, he believed it. flashback original
“I’m serious about the job,” Alex had said. “It’s stable. It’s safe.” “You always say that,” Leo had laughed, kicking
Leo had laughed so hard he nearly lost his balance, and Alex had grabbed his jacket sleeve. For one electric second, their eyes met. Leo’s were the color of the river—deep green-brown, full of things unsaid. “I’m serious about the job,” Alex had said
The rain was a baptism, cold and relentless, soaking through the thin fabric of Alex’s coat. He stood on the bridge where the old train tracks used to run, staring at the water churning fifty feet below. The city was a smear of wet lights behind him.