It gets better

Standing on one side of a railing; the one that is supposed to separate me from the edge of the bridge and safe me from possibly death. Too bad I'm on the opposite side.
I stare down at the traffic that travels at lightning speed. I think about what brought me here. All the suffering, pain and anger I have recently went through. How I want it all to end. Thus, why I'm standing here, inches from death.
Wind whistling past me, I think about it one more time. I decide that I want to do it. To disappear from the face of the planet. A tear runs down my face. I take a deep breath and take that step.
As my body falls, I feel arms wrap around me in a bear hug and pulls me upward. I wonder if I'm dead and I'm being pulled into heaven or something. That is, until I feel my body fall on pavement and I still feel the arms around me.
I begin to cry. I am still alive. I weep, I wanted my all that pain to end. I wanted to end. Now I'm stuck on this god forsaken planet because some idiot decided to play hero. I hear said person weep, weep my name, in fact. I turn to see and it's you.
Somehow you knew. Knew my plans. Knew my location. Knew my thoughts. And you risked your own life to save mine. If someone can do that for me, maybe there is a reason to stay alive. If you can do what you just did, maybe I'm not a lost cause.
I never mentioned any names, genders or ages. But, my guess is that most people that read this wanted to do this once in their life. You might have put yourself in the position of the jumper or rescuer and placed someone in the other role. We have all been through hell and back in life, but it doesn't stay that way forever. And no matter what you go through, you will never be alone. Life gets better.