She didn’t want to think. She had to swim. She had to swim as if her life depended on it. she realized how dumb that thought was. The cops were in hot pursuit. She couldn’t breathe.
She had to reach the blue light.

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The light called to her now as it did 30 minutes ago when she jumped from the bridge hoping to end it all. She believed the blue light would guide her through her transition to the other world.
Now, the light beckoned her forward to a different beginning.
He was there. She would be saved.
She made it to the platform and the blue light shone down on her.
Now what? The sirens called.
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