but i can change my shirt
“There's really no way to make this not awkward," the boy muses, peering over the edge of the bridge with an amused tone to his voice that Keith can't even begin to understand, much less tolerate. "Jumping at the same time is a little too Romeo and Juliet for me, especially for a guy I just met. Double suicide isn’t really a first date kind of thing, you know? So that won't do.”
“You could fuck off and find a different bridge. I don’t really care about what you planned, I got here first this morning.”
The boy taps his fingers contemplatively against the railing for another moment before looking up, eyes bright, like he’s had some kind of breakthrough. He straightens up very seriously and holds out a clenched fist in Keith’s direction.
“Rock paper scissors.”
“Oh my fucking god.”
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OR: Two suicidal college students meet on a bridge. What happens next will warm your heart.
𝕀’𝕞 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦