“C’mon, man. Misery loves company. Just come off of here and tell me what brought you to this point. I really wanna know. And I’ll share my own tale of woe. We can compare notes. Saddest story wins.” He smiles. “And if it’s a tie, I’ll race you to the edge.”
And he has a sense of humor!
I close my eyes, briefly considering giving him what he’s asking for. But I know that his offer to let me go after I talk to him won’t happen. He’s too kind, too decent, to just throw up his hands and say, “Well I tried,” and then just let me go jump off a bridge.
“Just two steps,” I whisper. “Please.”
“What?”
“Just back off a couple of steps, then. Give me that.”
He holds up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “One…two.” He says, taking exactly two steps back.
I consider just a quick leap and this will all end. But how can I do that to this guy? Can you imagine his nightmares?
But I have to wallow…just a little bit more.