Chương 3: PAIN

The drive to Ravenwood Bridge was a blur of frantic acceleration and sickening dread. David Aquah gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white, pushing the car faster than he ever dared, every second a torturous eternity. Sarah Aquah sat beside him, her hands clasped over her mouth, silent tears streaming down her face, her eyes fixed on the road ahead as if willing it to shrink.

In the back, Liv bounced precariously, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs, her earlier guilt now a burning agony. Every street light, every passing car, seemed to mock their desperate haste. As they rounded the final bend, a chilling sight slammed into them. The bridge, usually a quiet crossing, was now swarming with people. A cluster of flashing blue lights pulsed ominously, painting the dusk in urgent, terrifying flashes.

A crowd had gathered, their faces upturned, murmuring in hushed tones, all eyes fixed on a single, precarious figure balanced on the bridge's concrete ledge.

"Oh my God," Sarah whispered, a choked sob escaping her.

"Ethan!" Liv screamed, her voice hoarse, pointing with a trembling finger. There he was, a silhouette against the fading light, his posture rigid, teetering on the edge. Police officers were already there, their uniforms stark against the dimming sky, trying to talk him down. One officer, his voice amplified by a megaphone, was calmly, yet firmly, trying to reason with the young man. David screeched to a halt, abandoning the car in the middle of the road. They burst out, pushing through the stunned onlookers.

"Excuse us! Please, that's our son!" David yelled, his voice raw with paternal terror. An officer immediately moved to intercept them, but when Sarah, tears streaming down her face, cried out, "That's Ethan! Our Ethan!" the officer's expression softened. He recognized the desperate plea in a parent's eyes.

"Parents?" he confirmed, then nodded, gesturing for them to approach.

"Alright, come through. Maybe you can reach him." They rushed forward, Liv close behind. The crowd parted, a sea of solemn faces watching them. As they got closer, Ethan's face became agonizingly clear, illuminated by the police lights. His eyes, devoid of their usual warmth, held a chilling emptiness, fixed on the swirling water below. He didn't seem to notice them, lost in his own bleak world. The sight gutted Liv.

This wasn't the "no fun" Ethan she'd flippantly dismissed; this was a soul in profound, life-or-death agony.

"Ethan! My son! Please, no!" Sarah Aquah's voice ripped through the tense air, a desperate wail that seemed to crack under the weight of her fear. She lunged forward, but David held her back, his own face contorted in agony. They were now close enough to see Ethan's emotionless face. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.

"Ethan, please, come back!" David pleaded, his voice thick with emotion.

"We love you! Whatever it is, we can fix it!" But Ethan remained impassive, his gaze fixed on the churning river below, as if mesmerized by its dark invitation. He seemed deaf to their pleas, lost in a world only he inhabited. Then, Liv stepped forward, her own voice trembling but laced with a fierce, desperate anger.

"Ethan! What are you doing?! Are you crazy?! Look at your parents! Look at me! You can't do this!" Tears streamed down her face, not of pity, but of raw, frustrated fury.

"How dare you?! After everything, you just… give up?!" She paused, swallowing hard, her next words a painful, public confession.

"Ethan, I'm so sorry! What I said, about killing time… I didn't mean it like that! Not really! You're my best friend! You always have been! I was just being stupid, talking without thinking, like I always do!" Her words, sharp with genuine remorse and desperation, finally seemed to pierce through the fog surrounding Ethan. His head slowly turned, his empty eyes finally finding hers. A flicker, almost imperceptible, of something akin to recognition, crossed his face.

He saw her tears, her shaking hands, the raw anguish in her expression. He saw his parents, their faces pale and streaked with tears, their outstretched hands pleading. A profound weariness seemed to settle over him. The intense, cold resolve that had propelled him to the edge began to crumble. The dark allure of the water, which had seemed so inviting moments before, now felt distant, almost meaningless in the face of their palpable grief.

He looked from Liv to his parents, then back to Liv, the girl who had unknowingly broken him, now desperately trying to put him back together. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Ethan began to shift his weight. He slid off the perilous ledge, his feet finding solid ground on the bridge walkway. The crowd murmured in relief. The police officers lowered their megaphones, their shoulders slumping. He took a hesitant step, then another, walking towards Liv, his eyes never leaving hers.

A sliver of hope, sharp and fragile, pierced the heavy air. Liv, seeing him descend, a fresh wave of relief washing over her, reached into her bag. She pulled out a can of his favorite fruit juice – a desperate attempt to "bribe" him into staying, a small offering of normal. She set it on the ground and then, with a fierce, determined glare, raised her hand, intending to slap him, to shock him out of his despair, to make him feel something other than emptiness.