He paused. Was this what he had been waiting for?
He hesitated. Was this right? After all, suicide was illegal...
Damn it, he would try. Definitely.
He got into the car. Once he reached the bridge, he could end it all.
He put the ignition keys in and turned them.
Damn, no petrol!
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He leaned over the railing. The ferry moved slowly, noisily.
On the docks. There she was. Would she forgive him? He had tried to explain. Maybe she would.
He saw her eyes. A hand was on his shoulder. He ignored it. Her eyes held promise.
The engine's noise drowned his scream as he fell.
