The metal below her felt cold. She supposed it was only normal, since the sun had yet to pass over the horizon, the first rays tinting the morning with dull light. Mist carefully rolled across the bridge. It stuck to everything, making the world around the woman sparkle as the morning rays softly rolled out. The waters below her were obscured, hidden by the last tendrils of night and mist. The waves crashed, its sound only multiplied by the silence of the world around her. All was peaceful, perfect for a relaxing morning walk. Perfect for someone to end it. Monica closed her eyes, breathing in the fresh air of the small town. The wind played with her short brunette locks, whipping them into her face. She didn't mind. The water would fix it all soon enough. Green eyes watched as the sun sought to brush away all the mystery, the mist of early morning. The slightest breeze threatened to push her off of her perch, cold metal biting into unfeeling legs. White knuckles gripped the beams below them, struggling against the urges of their owner. So close, yet so far. Looking up at the sky, Monica let her mind wander. This was a good place to die. She edged herself closer to relief. Just a bit more and she could forget all that kept her down. Her blouse fluttered in the breeze, ruffling with her skirt. Whispers seemed to goad her on. Just do it, they whispered. Go ahead. It will be quick and painless. No one would mourn her. She made sure of that. Slowly edging closer to the raging waves below. She hadn't planned for someone else to be awake.