Susan walked down the street. It was rainy and the sun was on its way to disappear. Soon there would only be the street lights from the lamp posts left to shed light on the streets. Small raindrops danced in the little light that was still left, but Susan didn't see that. She had her eyes on the street, she didn't see much anyways. Her eyes was filled with tears, and she stubbornly wiped them away with her hand time after time. Now was not the time to cry, she thought, and bit her lip. Shed no tears, she thought, the rain is enough. All she was wearing was a gray dress, torned from being used too many times, and underwear. She was barefoot, freezing cold. The wind blew harshly in her light brown hair that almost reached her to her waist. She put it behind her ears now and then since it wouldn't leave her face alone. It was calm and quiet, not even cars seemed to be out on the streets. At least, it wasn't many. Susan had only seen three or four cars passing by the latest hour or so. She had been walking around, without any goal, but one thing was for sure: she wouldn't open her eyes the following morning, she thought. She got to a bridge, glanced down as she passed. She stopped and looked down. It was all dark and she couldn't see whether it was water or street down there, but it didn't really matter to her. She stood there a while, just looking down. You don't deserve any better. She climbed up to the rail of the bridge and closed her eyes. Just do it.