The bus is close. The driver isn’t looking at you. At this time of the evening there isn’t too much traffic to get in the way. You hope it’s going fast enough to do the job cleanly.

You close your eyes…

And step out.

A hand grabs your shoulder and pulls you back.

The bus whizzes past your nose, its horn blaring loudly. You step back, embarrassed at all the faces of the passengers pressed up against the glass, wanting to get a good look at the idiot who nearly got hit.

You turn around to find your best friend, Robin, staring at you like you have a frog for a head.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Robin demands.

“Sorry, I guess I wasn’t concentrating,” you reply.

“I hope you weren’t doing what I think you were doing.”

“What? Trying to off myself? No, of course not.”

Robin doesn’t look convinced. “Glad to hear it.”

“You came to see me?” you ask.

“Yeah, I was just about to buzz your door and I saw you out here. Looks like I was right to be worried about you. Do you want to grab a coffee and talk?”

Make your choice...
If you want to get a coffee, go to 7.

If you would rather say no, go to 8.

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