He was just about to leave when he saw a tiny, shimmering light. One that he had never seen before. So unique, so special, out of curiosity he offered his hand to this unknown phenomenal light. It start to move. It gave him hope. Leading him out of the darkness of despair, he gave it all to obtain this light of hope. Unknowingly, he wandered into an empty room. This room divereted his attention away from that light. he looked around, his face filled with curiosity. There was no door, just an empty space with no walls. He walked in one direction, hoping to bump into a wall, an ending. But there was none.
Hope seemed to be gone once again. He sat down. He looked around in every direction he could. There was none to be seen. He felt so empty, so.. lonely. Tears began to roll down his cheeks. Images started to appear around him. Images of pain, suffering, all the misery he went through. It made him upset, and went into a rage. He wanted it to stop, shouting and yelling words that no one seemed to care about. He tried to run, but his legs were out of strength. He barely had any strength anymore to fight back. He fell upon his knees, giving up every single shattered pieces of little hope he held.
Just when he thought everything was done for, he felt warmth. He opened his eyes. There were images of happiness. All the good, the kind deeds that he had done, and what others had done to him. He saw the faces of the people he loved, the people who loved him, care for him. He reached out his hands, hope that he could touch them. He wanted to be heard. These are the people who gave him joy, a reason to live, a place where he belongs. At that moment, he realized it's not worth giving it all up. It is not worth to die for, because other than himself, nothing and no one can take away his happiness. He wanted to live. To enjoy life to it's fullest.
He opened his eyes once more. Right before his eyes appeared the world that he used to despise so much, became a world that he loved so much. He took a step backwards, leaving the edge of the bridge, one that he intended to jump, a suicidal attempt. What it may have seemed was just a small little step he took, but it meant a whole lot more to him.
