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By Archita Mittra
Her car races across the lonely highway, her heart a speedometer about to fuse. The river below and the sky above are a single blue-black thing. The car halts beside an ancient streetlamp. In the flickering amber light, she sees a girl, in a white dress, standing uncertainly at the edge, eyes on the dark water. The girl jumps. Someone screams.
She’s on bended knees, her hands holding onto the girl about to fall. She will not let go. The light falls on the girl’s face. She realizes it’s her own.
“Why did you come back?” the girl asks.
She replies, "Because I promised.”
She helps the girl to her feet. She adds, “Loving myself is a commitment I sometimes neglect, but not anymore. Besides, suicide isn’t an option.” They embrace like long-lost friends.
The streetlamp watches the girl in the white dress get back into the car.
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