[ WP ] A stranger is just done with his miserable life . Having failed in his career , lost all his friends , failed to live upto his family 's expectations - he is now standing on the side rung of a bridge on the brink of making that final jump but you see him.Tell him something that will make him stay .

`` Wait!'' 
 
 I opened the door and stepped out into the rain, into the darkness, where the only light for miles in any direction were my headlights. 
 
 Our town was a small town with a size of around five thousand people. Here, you'd suspect that everyone would know everyone else, but even our community had its `` cliques,'' our own circles of friends. Sure, people would recognize and greet each other as we passed by, but talk to each other? Not really. So when someone struggles silently, they struggle here just as they would anywhere -- nobody cares. 
 
 It was half past midnight, so the fields outside our town were dark, and everyone inside our town were asleep, all their lights shut off. 
 
 He flinched at the sound of my voice, although I'm certain he must've seen my headlights coming back into town. `` What are you doing?'' 
 
 ``...'' 
 
 I slowly walked towards him, not even bothering to close the door behind me. `` Mister --'' I began, but my foot kicked something along the ground. 
 
 It was a tipped-over pill bottle, with some of its little contents spilling out. Even in the dark, I could tell it was a new bottle. 
 
 `` Mister, can you just... can you just step back over here and we can talk about it?'' 
 
 I spoke softly, making sure to not startle him again, as I quietly approached him from behind. He did n't bother turning around. 
 
 `` No, I'm fine right here.'' 
 
 His voice was cold, steady, and certain of what he was going to do. I knew I had to choose my words wisely. `` Mind if I sit with you?'' 
 
 He shook his head. I kicked off my heals and looked over the bridge. Vertigo immediately overtook me, but I closed my eyes and breathed deeply before taking a seat beside him. 
 
 `` So, um, what are you doing here?'' I asked again. 
 
 He did n't reply. 
 
 We sat there silently, listening to the rain splatter on the ground behind us. Moments turned to minutes, and minutes felt like hours, just sitting on the edge of death, together. 
 
 `` Knock knock.'' 
 
 A confused look washed over his face, which was better than the stoicity it had for the past hour. ``... what?'' he asked, turning to face me. 
 
 `` Knock knock,'' I repeated. 
 
 I could feel him looking at my face for what seemed like eternity, before he replied, `` Who's there?'' 
 
 `` Orange.'' 
 
 The corner of his lip turned up. `` Orange who?'' 
 
 I turned to him. `` Orange you glad I'm here?'' I said with a smile, reaching up to poke his nose like a button. 
 
 He chuckled, looking at his feet. 
 
 `` You know I lost everything?'' he asked. 
 
 `` No, I do n't.'' 
 
 He did n't answer. 
 
 `` Hey, are you hungry? Maybe you can tell me about it over a cup of coffee and some pancakes?'' 
 
 He nodded, as we both kicked our legs over the railing. 
 
 `` C'mon, I know this one really good place. But you're paying, I do n't have my wallet,'' I joked. 
 
 He chuckled again. `` Sure...'' 
 
 `` What? You do n't believe me?'' I asked, feigning surprise. 
 
 `` No, not really...'' 
 
 `` Well, whatever. You're paying anyway,'' I said with a mischievous grin. `` So there.'' 
 
 He gave in, as a small smile overcame him. `` Okay.'' 
 
 He picked up my shoes and got into the passenger seat.
