[ WP ] The most saddest love story you can ever think of

I've never known the beauty of a person. A real person. The only beauty I know is behind the building off 11th where every once in awhile they will leave the back unlocked and I can tuck myself in on a vacant couch. I'm 53 years old. This is the only life I know. A life I've been growing tired of to the point of no turning back. 
 
 The chilled wind was piercing against my neck as I stood on top of the bridge. The only thing stopping me from slipping down into the abyss was my ever loosening grip hanging to the guardrail. The loosening grip, slipping, weaker, wanting to let go. And that's when I saw her, staring right at me with that look. A look I have never seen before. Was it pity? Was it fright? Is she scared? 
 
 `` Why does she look at me like that?'' 
 
 Never have I received so much attention. `` Why does she care about me?'' The piercing look in her eye looked familiar. A look that I have n't recognized since before I could remember. Hope, power. I've never felt empowered like this before and I have it all to thank to this stranger I've still never met, and in this one beautiful moment, I loved her for it. I had a reason to live. 
 
 The grip tightened, the awareness came back, and I took a step which ensured my safety from the abyss below. I glanced toward the mystery girl. She had already forgotten about me and had entered into her parked car, back to her comfort, her life. 
 
 My hope left with her. My desire, gone. 
 
 The grip loosening. `` I will not allow her to forget me, not today, not ever again.'' A step toward the ledge. `` I control my own life.'' Letting go. `` I accept the consequences.'' 
 
 Into the abyss. 

