The lights are so bright. I can’t see anything. They are coming closer. Closer. I can’t see anymore. The car is a sword through the shield. It’s lights makes a deep cut in the darkness. And then, the car stops four meters away from the railing. It is a big brown car with big wheels to match. I look at it confused. While the engine is still running, a door opens. Loud and clear. I can’t really see through the light, but someone comes rushing out. It’s a woman. The door slams shut and I feel my curiosity wake up. I try to see, but I'm blinded. I try to hear, but the engine is too loud. And then there is a voice. A sweet, high pitch, frantic voice. It sends shivers down my throat, because I immediately recognise it. Ava? What is she doing here? I can’t hear what she is saying. Everything is a blur. It feels like in a move. The time is in slow motion. Ava runs towards me, concerned as heck. Her brown, short hair is almost invisible in the night. Her mouth is twisted in a way that I’ve never seen before. My eyes lock on her mouth and I remember the times when they were all I could think about. My eyes wander over her face as she slows down and walks towards me. Then I look into her eyes. Those green, bright eyes. I think back to those times when she used to look at me. Look at me with love in her eyes, and we didn’t care what anyone thought of us. Now, I can see the fear in her eyes. I don’t blame her.
For a moment I think there’s still hope. She yells something, but I don’t understand it. All I hear is this loud background noise, louder and louder. I turn around, facing the unknown dark. Should I really do this? Ava is beside me now. She grabs my wrist in a tight grip. “Come with me, we’ll get through this”. The words are still a blur, but I’m able to understand them now. She looks at me, and I look at her and we lock eyes. Then with a loud, clear and confident voice, she says again “We WILL get through this. Together”. I look away. I’ve tried. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried for so long, but it’s impossible. And I know I can’t get through this. I know she only wants to help me. But it is too late. The decision is already made.
Nine. I turn around and look at Ava.
Ten. “Good bye”, I say, low and soft as I let go of the railing.