AMAIRA POV,

Everything was going well in my life, and after so much hard work, I was going to get a new job. But suddenly, my life became worthless for me, so I am just standing here alone on the edge of the bridge. Below it, there is lots of water that could sink me within seconds. You all must be thinking I'm mad for talking like this, but there is a deep truth behind it. So, don't you want to know why? I want to take my life away from me.

Don't want to know what happened to me that completely changed my fate and my life. No one cares whether I live or die.

Where did I start? I never got love from my parents! I never knew the meaning of family love!

I am just an orphan, so it means that there is no one behind me who will cry after my death.

When I was very young, my parents died in a car accident. My dad's brother's wife took my responsibility and took me to her house.

My aunt has a daughter and Uncle Ben.

I started living with them.

You all think she is really a great aunt. Aren't you thinking the same?

She sent me to school and taught me. I thought she loved me very much, but I was wrong. Actually, when I stepped into adulthood, I found out that she only loved my wealth. She knew from the start that when I turned 20, all my parents' property would be under my care. But without my knowledge, she took my signature and owned all my parents' property under her name.

Even after getting so much from me, her thirst for greediness didn't stop, and at last, she sold my parents' house, the only roof over my head. So, you all are right that I have no roof over my head.

But I didn't give up. I lived with my friend and worked very hard. Finally, I did many part-time jobs and was able to rent a room. I didn't stop pursuing my ambitions. I thought I still had some people who loved me.

Actually, here I am talking about my boyfriend with whom I have been in love for almost 4 years.

But one day, he cheated on me, and I came to know that he actually didn't love me. He was just like my aunt. He too loved my wealth.

As soon as he came to know that I was poor, he clung to my aunt's daughter.

My life has become a small piece of glass on which someone has thrown a stone and broken it. They broke my life into millions of pieces, and if one of those pieces enters your skin, you all know it just gives you deep pain.

So, what is the use of living in this life? So many times, I thought that I have to end my life, but the world does not seem to accept this either. Everyone near me is just tormenting me and even trying to harass me, even though they can't leave me to die in peace.

So much has happened to me, but I never gave up. But now, I am tired.

Now I want to give up, and I know there is no use living in this world now. Every time seems worthless to me without my loved ones.

If I say it's true, I feel bad, but I do not feel bad either. Today, I am about to leave my life, and I hope God gives me a second chance to live the better life that I have wanted since my childhood.

Today, I am going to do it! I try to console myself. On the other hand, I find my hand still shivering at the thought of death.

I just came to a deserted area, and here there is no one near me or around me, so I can peacefully die!

Here, I stand on top of the bridge, and there is deep water below it. It seems that the blue water is attracting me towards it and telling me that now I just have to get into that blue water and be assured that in a second, you will feel immersed in this water, and you will never come back to this cruel life.

I took a long breath and jumped into the blue water.

I could not see anything. I was having difficulty breathing. I wanted someone to help me, but I couldn't do anything. I was screaming loudly, "Help me!!!!"

And I know my voice is not able to get out of this because this is the end journey that I have chosen, and just in a second, darkness falls before my eyes. Everything around me turns black, and I feel so relaxed that I am going into a deep, long sleep.

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Altan POV,

I had come to the sea of Alayan city to hang out with my friends, seeking a temporary escape from the burdens of everyday life. As we took our surfboards out from the trunk of my car, a surge of excitement coursed through us, urging us towards the inviting blue ocean. The waves beckoned, challenging me to showcase my skills on the board. But as I lay on my surfboard, ready to embark on my journey, my friend Harry's voice pierced through the air, interrupting my focus.

Harry, with a sense of urgency, yelled, "Look, what is over here? A girl's lifeless body is lying at the side of the rocks!" Startled by his words, we quickly turned our attention towards his direction. Indeed, there lay a girl, motionless on the shore before us. Peter, one of my friends, gasped, "But how did she sustain so many injuries to her head? Look at the amount of blood oozing out. We must help her." I agreed, and just as I was about to speak, John interjected, "But if we take her to the hospital, we'll have to report it. And if we report it to the police, they will interrogate us."

Those words, resonating from the lips of my friend, ignited a fiery anger within me. I couldn't fathom how their concern for their own reputations and the fear of interrogation took precedence over a fellow human being's life. I erupted, my voice filled with frustration, "Who gave you the right to call yourselves human? Instead of valuing a life, you worry about your own standing, fearing police scrutiny."

In that moment, my best friend Harry, who had always been a voice of reason, stepped forward. He echoed my sentiments, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "Altan is absolutely right. We cannot stand idly by while this girl's life hangs in the balance. Look, her pulse is still faintly beating. If we act swiftly, we might be able to save her. Let us not waste any more time. We must rush her to the hospital."

Without hesitation, I scooped the girl's fragile body into my arms, feeling a surge of responsibility and determination wash over me. We hurriedly made our way towards my car, carefully arranging her in the backseat. I positioned myself beside her, ensuring that she received every ounce of care possible. Harry, taking the wheel, expertly navigated towards Alyantan Hospital, which stood in close proximity. Time was of the essence, and we needed to arrive as swiftly as we could.

Within a mere twenty minutes, we arrived at the hospital, Harry skillfully parking the car in front. Gently lifting the girl out of the car, I cradled her in my arms, my heart heavy with concern. Together, we rushed into the hospital, my voice echoing through the halls as I called out for assistance, "Doctor... Doctor!!"

A nurse and two ward boys immediately rushed to my aid, recognizing the urgency in my plea. Together, we carefully placed the girl onto a stretcher, their hands steady and purposeful. The nurse, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern, questioned, "How did this happen?" I replied, my voice laced with worry and pain, "There is no time to delve into details. Please, start treating her immediately." The ache inside me, an ache that reminded me of someone's absence, intensified.

A doctor appeared at my side, displaying a mixture of compassion and professional responsibility. "You should report this to the police. Once that is done, we can initiate her treatment," he advised. However, the doctor's words, grounded in bureaucratic protocol, clashed with the urgency of the situation. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes, clenching my fists tightly. Upon opening my eyes, a searing anger fueled my gaze as I confronted the doctor, "There is no time for such formalities. Do you have any idea who I am? Whom are you refusing?"

The doctor, though initially displaying a hint of disdain, turned his gaze downward, overtaken by a sense of shame and discomfort. He stammered, "Whoever you are, the rules and regulations are meant to be followed by everyone." As he began to walk away, my voice, laced with quiet intensity, stopped him in his tracks.

With a resolute tone, I uttered words that were not meant for public consumption. The doctor's eyes widened, his discomfort magnified by my whispered reminder, a reminder of the power and influence I possessed.

In a moment, he turned back, his face etched with shame, and mustered the courage to speak, "Sir, I had no idea you were from the Walmart family. Had I known earlier, we would have started the girl's treatment without delay." His admission exposed the prejudice that had clouded his judgment mere moments ago, overshadowed by my perceived social standing.

I led the girl into the operation theater, the weight of responsibility pressing heavily upon me. John approached me and informed me that he had reported the case to the police, a necessary step in ensuring justice for the girl. I nodded, acknowledging the importance of his actions. Harry joined us, sharing his assurance that he had taken care of all the expenses related to her treatment. Turning to Peter, I asked, "Have you discovered anything about the girl's family yet?" Peter replied, a tinge of disappointment in his voice, "I have reached out to my contacts, but there is still no news about her identification or her family. We are in the dark at the moment."

A sense of frustration settled within me. It was imperative that we locate her family swiftly, as their absence would undoubtedly compound their worry. Determined, I declared, "We must find out if any police station has received a report about a missing girl. If she has a family, they would have undoubtedly lodged a report. We must scour every police station in the country."

After two hours had passed, a nurse emerged from the operation theater. I approached her, a mixture of anxiety and hope enveloping me. "How is the girl?" I asked, my voice trembling ever so slightly. The nurse hesitated, her words laced with caution, "At this moment, we cannot provide a definitive answer. Her condition remains critical, but the doctors are doing everything in their power to save her." I nodded, grateful for the efforts exerted, while praying for her recovery. The nurse handed me a slip with the names of prescribed medicines, instructing me to purchase them and deliver them to the hospital. Peter assumed the responsibility, swiftly leaving to procure the necessary medications.

An hour later, the doctors emerged from the operation theater. I approached them, my heart pounding with anticipation. "How is the girl?" I asked, hoping for a glimmer of good news. The doctor responded, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and caution, "She is out of immediate danger now, but she has not regained consciousness. We hope that she will awaken soon." Gratitude welled up within me, thanking the doctor for his efforts.

Curiosity overcame the doctor, leading him to inquire, "So, is the girl your relative, Mr. Walmart?" I quickly corrected him, "No, I do not know her. We were merely spending time at the beach when we stumbled upon her. Our only intention was to ensure her well-being." His curiosity satisfied,

( Sea)

Altan POV,

I found myself sitting outside the hospital for the past five to six hours, consumed by confusion and uncertainty. I couldn't comprehend why I was lingering there, why I felt compelled to stay. After all, the girl lying inside was a stranger to me, someone I had no connection to. But despite that, I couldn't escape the haunting thoughts that flooded my mind, reopening the pages of my past that I had fought so hard to close. It was as if the darkness I had overcome was pulling me back in, engulfing me once again.

Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly heard the doctor's voice nearby. I hadn't even realized when he had come out of the operation theater and stood beside me. He informed me that the girl had regained consciousness, but there was something peculiar about her demeanor. She seemed distressed and displayed a reluctance to continue living. The doctor expressed his concerns, hinting at the profound sadness that seemed to consume her.

Without much thought, I found myself stepping inside the room where the girl was situated. As I entered, I saw her perched on the edge of the bed, a picture of shock and pallor. Her eyes held an unfamiliar pain, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was capable of showing genuine concern for a stranger.

Initially, she didn't notice my presence, her attention fixed on the nurse who stood nearby, attending to the task of changing the glucose bottle. In a soft and trembling voice, she asked the nurse, "Who brought me here?" The nurse, focused on her duties, replied that she had only started her night shift a few hours ago and was unaware of who had brought her in.

I made my way towards the foot of her bed, standing directly in her line of sight. Looking into her eyes, I spoke, confirming her unspoken question, "I am the one who brought you here." Her gaze met mine, and I couldn't help but sense the animosity radiating from her. It was as if a storm of questions swirled within her mind, waiting to be unleashed upon me. I briefly glanced at her, understanding that she was grappling with a myriad of queries.

After a few moments of silence, she mustered the courage to speak, only to close her mouth once again, unable to articulate her thoughts. It was evident that she wanted to ask me something, but confusion gripped her tightly. Finally, in a soft and pained voice, she uttered, "Thank you very much for saving me." I sensed that her gratitude was laced with bitterness, but I accepted her thanks nonetheless, nodding my head and offering a gentle smile. In return, I received a smile tinged with sadness. I couldn't fathom the reasons behind her reaction.

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder, drawing my attention to the presence of an inspector who stood behind me. He expressed relief at the girl's recovery, stating that they were glad she was okay. As he continued speaking, questioning her about the circumstances leading to her condition, I turned to face him. He inquired if someone was responsible for her state, and if she could provide them with her family's address for further inquiries and to inform them of her safety.

As the inspector fired off question after question, the girl clenched her jaw, gripping the bedsheet tightly in her hands. She lowered her head and closed her eyes, as if trying to shut out the world. Then, with a display of tremendous courage, she replied in a soft and agonized voice, "I have no one in this world." Her response struck a chord within me, stirring a deep well of empathy.

The inspector regarded the girl, his tone shifting to one of sympathy. He apologized for his line of questioning and asked if there was anyone close to her whom they could contact. The girl's pain reached a tipping point, and she shouted, "I don't know anybody! I am an orphan!" The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, revealing the immense burden she carried.

Moved by her response, I stepped forward and interjected into their conversation. I addressed the inspector, acknowledging his duty as a law enforcement officer, but also urging him to recognize the discomfort the girl felt. I implored him to let her rest for a while, postponing further inquiries until she was in a better state to answer.

The inspector turned his gaze towards me, his expression reflecting a mix of understanding and obligation. "Mr. Walmart," he began, acknowledging my stature as a well-known businessman, "I appreciate your concern. However, it is my responsibility as a policeman to ask a few select questions so that we can proceed with our investigation." His words were delivered in one swift statement.

I maintained my position, emphasizing the girl's unease with his line of questioning. I urged him to allow her the space to recover, assuring him that once she was ready, he could resume his inquiries. The inspector, looking directly at me, acknowledged my concerns, but expressed his intention to ask her just one more question once she gave the green light. He assured me that he would return later to continue the inquiry. Before departing, he sought the girl's permission to proceed, waiting for her response.

The girl nodded in the inspector's direction, giving her consent. The inspector then posed his question, "Can you tell me which city you are from? If you are from this city, could you let us know where you reside?" He directed his gaze at her, awaiting her answer.

After a brief pause, she mustered the strength to reply, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I am from Norgonia City in Norfolk country." Her response left both the inspector and me puzzled, as I had never heard of such a city before. The inspector sought clarification, expressing his confusion about the city's existence in Inkonia. In response, the girl appeared pale and bewildered, seeking confirmation. "Wait, wait. What did you say?" she asked the inspector, her voice filled with uncertainty.

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