Jenna stood on the bridge, looking over the water some thirty feet below. Her hair fluttered behind her as the the breeze lifted it off her shoulders .The wind had a bite to it, but soon it wouldn’t matter. She couldn’t go on, not like this. Not without him. He was gone and her heart was broken. Yet…
“I can still feel you, Collin, your warmth encircling me, the touch of your hand… ” A sob escaped her lips, choking her words. She met him in college and they married soon after. “Three years. We only had three years. It wasn’t enough!” she shouted to the heavens.
She knew it was impossible to feel him. Collin died in the car crash, leaving her to face a life without him.
Her gaze fixated on rushing water below. Would it hurt when she jumped? She stepped onto the railing and leaned forward. She lifted her foot, but the scent of Collin’s cologne tickled her nose. She hesitate, her hands clutching the railing.
“Please don’t do it, sweetheart,” Collin’s voice caressed her like a kiss.
“Collin?” She turned, hoping against all hope he stood behind her. She lost her footing and slipped. Her scream lodged in her throat from the sudden drop, but instead of plunging to her death, invisible hands pulled her back. She scrambled down off the railing, hugging herself.
“It’ll be all right.” She heard Collin’s voice in her head.
She closed her eyes as a tear slid down her face.
“Love you always, Jenna,” his whisper felt warm against her ear as if he stood beside her. Then she felt it. The tender pressure of his goodbye kiss. “Live for both of us.”
