[ WP ] Your character is seconds away from death .

*Oh I had one for this. A little backstory: There was a retarded Bollywood movie, one of very many, where a guy is about to jump off a bridge and a Manic Pixie Dream Girl comes along trying to do the same and they fall in love etc. But I liked the idea of a man jumping off a bridge, so here goes. * 
 
 The wind pushed him back a little as he descended into the icy waters below. He had taken the leap of death and there was no turning back. In the mere seconds that he had before impact his mind rushed along the incidents that brought him to this point. His mind immediately looked back at five months ago, when he first met her. He was at the very bridge about to jump before she stopped him. They had gone to a bar that night and a few hours later, he was back in his apartment, alone but with a small piece of paper with her phone number and a rather optimistic feeling in his heart. 
 
 A month passed before he spoke to her again. Within a month he was back on his feet, had found a new place of work and was trying to forget the darkness that had led him to the Bridge. He had n't had a drop of alcohol for an entire week and he was feeling confident enough to call her again. At first she was hesitant to meet him, but with some slight persuasion they ended passionately discussing a movie in the corner of some cafe. With the wind that flowed through his hair as he was falling, he was reminded of how she used to brush his hair. 
 
 With him now nearly halfway between the bridge and the water, the slight smell of moist air plunged him into the memory of when he found out what his previous employer had done. It was raining outside on the day he had decided to pry into his old employer's secrets, trying to find out why he had been fired. He wished he never found out. She had advised against it but curiosity got the better of him. Several thousand were dead because of something his company had done. His job was merely collateral damage in the following cover up. 
 
 As he neared the water, he had picked up speed and now could feel himself rushing towards death with frightening speed. Flashes of him trying to find out who was behind it all. It was costing him time, money and most importantly the love of his life. After getting shot in the arm, she made him promise not to pursue this any further or she would leave him, which did stay his hand but had not calmed his mind. 
 
 He could now feel the air very moist. He was but a few milliseconds away from certain doom. He had fulfilled his promise and had stayed away from any form of investigation for more than a month, until his friend informed him who the actual person behind all of it was. Breaking his promise, he met the man in secret. And the man proved that it was Her-the woman he loved so much. The woman who saved his life was also the one who caused the deaths of so many. He tried to confront her but he simply could n't. People were coming for him, for as fate would have it, he remained the only person alive who knew this and had proof of it. All she had said in her defense was `` I am sorry, and I love you.'' 
 
 That was it. He loved her. He promised her he would love her till death do them part. She was the only reason he was alive. She was everything good, and the source of all happiness in his life. So rather than lose her, and have them take her away, he destroyed any evidence he had against her, including himself. The water filled his lungs with great pressure and the impact had broken an arm and a leg. He could n't really struggle against the water, even if he wanted to. He sank into the black depths, disappearing from this world. He did not mind dying, especially for her. In his mind, his logic was sound. Either lose her forever in life and face her everyday despite knowing what happened, or rest in peace and have her live a fulfilling life to the end of her days. He loved her, and she loved him. He knew this would hurt her. But in the end she'd be happy, and he'd be at peace. No more mulling over the puzzle of the disaster. No more trying to fight of the grip alcohol had on him. She never forgave him for leaving her, and though she was free and lived to the end off her days, hers was a miserable, lonely life constantly longing for him. The Knight had failed in his quest to rescue his maiden, despite giving up his life. The End.
