I didn't know how long he was going to take, and I was tired of waiting around. It seemed like every time he went to visit that same Cardinal, he would hang around for as long as he could. And that was usually until she almost had to throw him out.
Vashyron told me to stay outside, same thing he always did when we had to go to Cardinal Barbarella's.
I didn't like the Cardinals to begin with, with all of their pointless belief and religion, but I wouldn't mind hearing the information for myself once in a while. I was tired of being kicked to the side and having to just tag along and be given orders whenever we had work to do. Or maybe he was paranoid someone would recognize me, but I had stopped giving a damn a while ago.
There were only two people in all of Basel that knew me and what I did, and one of those two people was Vashyron himself. I wasn't worried.
I thought it was crazy that he said we had to leave so late at night, so close to midnight. We almost never left any time after dark, so I was surprised we he came upstairs and told me we had things to do. Suspicious, actually.
I decided to wander around for a little bit, since I knew it would be a while before Vashyron came back outside anyways, so, if I planned it right, he'd never know even know that I left and I wouldn't have to deal with any kind of lecture.
I was getting tired of him breathing down my neck and watching my every move, anyways.
Chandelier was bigger than I thought it was, and had a lot more people around than just the higher-up Cardinals. It was getting colder and starting to snow, and the wind was picking up again.
People were crowded around and most of them weren't even walking. They just stood there, and with so many people, it was hard to make my way through without running into someone.
"Learn to walk," I said, not to anyone in particular. A couple people turned and looked at me, but didn't say anything.
From the corner of my eye, I saw something white on one of the bridges above. I realized that was what everyone was looking at.
I looked up too, realizing it was a person standing up top. It was a girl in a white gown. The bottom of her dress fluttered in the wind and her hair was blowing in her face. She was standing dangerously close to the edge of the bridge, and I had a bad feeling about her. About what she was doing.
I thought about calling out, yelling something to her. But she was way too high up, and she'd never be able to hear me.
I started moving closer, my eyes fixed on her, watching what she was doing. If she was going to jump, I'd have to move fast enough to stop her from hitting the ground. I don't know what I was thinking, wanting to protect this girl that I didn't even know. But something about her told me that she didn't have a reason to die.
If I was still alive, a person like me who had every reason to be dead, then someone like her definitely didn't need to die.
All of these people, they were just standing there. Watching her. Waiting for her to jump. Not doing anything. They were the ones that needed to die, not her.
I saw something fall from her hand. It was something shiny, but I couldn't tell what it was.
My shoulder accidentally bumped into a girl as I walked past.
"Hey, watch it," she said. She scowled at me when I turned to her.
"Sorry," I said, but my focus wasn't on her. It was on the girl about to jump. About to kill herself.
She threw herself off of the bridge only seconds later, and my heart almost jumped into my throat as I started running. She couldn't die. Couldn't. I couldn't let her.
If God refused to let me die, then I had to find a reason to keep going. Something that made living worth it.
She would be my reason.