I looked at my watch, great, time is only ten hours, I’ll have time to go before bedtime. Always loved riding a bike. In the afternoon, when the heat of the day makes itself felt, and people try to hide in the shade. During dawn, with the singing of birds and the awakening of the city, you watch the waking metropolis and enjoy a quick trip. By night, when bizarre shadows are dropped from your flashlight and you need to be extremely attentive so that you don’t have to hide somewhere, especially driving through unfamiliar places.

I quickly went downstairs and sat on my bike, drove through a familiar area. The cool air ruffled my hair and an unremarkable sophomore student just drove somewhere late in the evening. Such small joys somehow overshadowed my existence, I was not particularly different in beauty, nor was I smart. I didn’t use much popularity among girls, and even a few of my friends were just as unlucky as myself. In order not to go into another despondency and self-digging, I put pressure on the pedals, adding speed, body and soul merging with my bike. Gradually, going down a wide street, the air began to grow cooler and cooler, a wide river with a large bridge appeared. The latter was extremely convenient for pedestrians with cyclists, and for motorists. Several lanes back and there is a convenient pedestrian zone, fenced off from the carriageway by a metal fence. I put up with more pressure, because after a sharp descent to the bridge there was a decent hill, and in my plans there was no desire to spend too much energy and ride on the other side of the river.

Everything was beautiful in this nightly harmony, the lights of the city reflected beautifully on the surface of the water, it seemed that all the buildings seemed to go swimming in the mirror smooth surface. Silence, tranquility and a certain peace, but my movement ahead was interrupted by a rather large cobblestone, hitting it, the bicycle shook sharply to the side and I hit the metal fence strongly. Damn, what the hell is that! After inspecting myself and my vehicle, and making sure that the damage was minimal, I put myself in order and decided to admire the river. Having seen enough, I already wanted to continue my journey, but I was attracted by the strange movement on the beams of the bridge. Thought something? I strained all my vision, trying to see what was there. Yes, at the bottom of the bridge, on powerful supports, there was some kind of figure. I froze with fear, but who can sit there. What is a normal person? Yes, even at such a time, especially under such a cool wind. And if this is not a man? I was even more shaken. Not understanding why I was doing this, having hung the lock on the bicycle, I slowly began to go down. Carefully picking up the mysterious figure, I noticed that it was a girl. She sat watching the flow of the river. The stranger silently turned, gave me a look and, without saying anything, returned to her fascinating occupation. Wow, how pretty she is. At about my age, a little shorter, the nightly beauty in jeans and a jacket sat and admired the surrounding landscape. Not daring to retreat and go back (and where such confidence comes from), I went down and crouched next to her.

- Why did you come, go from here! - the girl answered with displeasure. It seemed to me, also with a hint of cold indifference, she turned away again and straightened her hair, they constantly did not listen to her fluttering in the wind and strove to get in the eyes, then in the mouth.

“Maybe you took my place and I don’t want to see you here,” I answered, copying her disgruntled intonation. “You don't know, this is my favorite place?” - I added with a grin, marveling at my arrogance.

She turned again and looked at me, but did not answer.

For some time we sat in silence. My mind was busy that I wondered how often it happens here.Perhaps she likes to spend time here? Who is she? But then my thoughts were interrupted by a phone ringing from a stranger, and the girl pulled him out of her jacket pocket. I didn’t see her face well, but I was willing to argue that he was genuinely surprised.

“Strange, I didn’t think that he was with me,” she looked at the burning screen for a second, and threw the device into the water with a swing. The phone flashed several times in the dark and quickly disappeared somewhere in the depths of the voracious river, even the splash was not audible. From a distance of more than a hundred meters it was difficult to hear something.

- Hey, hey, what are you doing !? - I sharply rose, for some reason trying to understand where this damn phone could be. She didn't even turn around, so what's the matter with her, huh?

- Why did you do that? - I repeated loudly. - You don't feel sorry for him, he was not cheap!

“I don't care,” the stranger answered apathetically. - In general, you should not be here!

- And who should? - without thinking I blurted out.

- No one should, no one is gone! - she snapped and turned away from me.

Yes that she generally grinds, that for nonsense. Maybe she's just crazy, then it would explain everything. There was a strong gust of wind, and only then could I become aware of the whole situation. Standing on the damp beams of the bridge (how I could get down here in general), under gusts of wind, along with a strange girl. Stop, stop, stop, a simple and obvious thought came into my head ... And what if she just wants to die? This idea was so succinct that I fell exhausted into place.

- Go away, please, what are you doing here? - with displeased plea she turned to me.

“I told you, you took my favorite place,” I replied without thinking. Damn, what am I carrying, and if she takes and jumps, what to do in such situations ... Need to say something, somehow set her up for a conversation.

- Why exactly in the water, because there are so many other ways?

- You're a fool? - she turned to me in surprise.

“It was possible to cut your veins, swallow pills and sleeping pills, shoot yourself — well, this is a quick death, the brain will not have time to realize anything ...” I continued.

“You are a fool,” my new friend confirmed her guesses with confidence and melancholy, interrupting me. - You do care, you went your way!

- rode! - I inserted.

“What difference does it make,” she continued in displeasure. Why should you care about something? - One less fool, one more, what do you care?

“This is not an option ...” I began.

- This is not a way out, ooo, well, tell me what is the way out then. Or maybe you're so arrogant and confident here, you know everything, take it and change everything at once and fix it. Or do you think you can change something. Yes, you don't know a damn thing and you won't do anything, got it? Get out of here! Get up and get out!

With every word, I felt that she was increasingly crying out. That her mind more and more seizes hysteria.

- Calm down, calm down you! - I said quietly but confidently, grabbing her hand.

- I'm not going anywhere! - I said firmly, clearly pronouncing each letter, as if explaining something to a small child.

“Hand, let go of mine,” the girl just now understood why I was holding her, she pulled out a brush and turned away from me. “Do well what you want, I don't care,” she said through tears.

We were silent, silent for an impermissibly long time, and all this time the girl was crying. And I just sat and did not know what to do ... I need to say something, but what? My guess was confirmed and horror struck me. What should I do, what? I glanced at her, it seems the stranger calmed down a bit, her shoulders stopped trembling, her sobs were no longer audible. Need to do something...

- Do you think one you is so bad that you just want to take and die? - I said and paused, the girl did not answer. “And don't you think that ... that this is too easy a way out?” What is just a weakness?

“Somehow I don't care now,” she replied.

- Imagine that you finish everything now, and then imagine that you still ...