I collapsed, covering my face with my hands, sitting down against the railing.

Below me stretched a long river.

Everyone blamed me for Christine Powers’ death, so I was the one who deserved to die.

Yes, maybe that was true.

If I died, they would finally be happy.

With that thought, I took off my shoes, and step by step, I began climbing the railing.

Despair spread through my chest.

I thought, if I just left, I’d finally be free.

I slowly closed my eyes, but in the next second, someone grabbed me by the waist.

"Don't, don't! Life is precious. Why would you want to end it?"

"But everyone...