Note: I had to write a story for school. I wrote the crappiest story in the history of stories. It was so bad, I might cry. So, I decided to unwind.

"This is stupid."

Whispered Iola Morton. Her voice so tiny in the summer's night.

Joe Hardy smiled and wrapped his arms around her, his voice a like a trickle of water running down her neck.

"Come on Iola, the view is beautiful."

Iola gabbed the railing in fear. Adrenaline pumping through her like the blood in her veins. Fear wrapping around her like a blanket.

"I promise, I won't let you get hurt."

Iola gave a small, shrill, cynical laugh as Joe's hold tightened around her.

"I don't think you'll be able to catch me if I'm falling into the water."

The best friend's were currently standing on the bridge.

"Come on Iola. You can see all the light's from here. It's like touching the sky."

Iola let go of the railing and let her think fingers intertwine with Joe's strong one's.

"You know I would die for you."

He whispered in her ear. She giggled, despite how deep his words ran.

"Well, then, how to you plan to not let me get hurt?"

Joe offered her a small smile.

"I'll hold onto you, and never ever let you go."

Iola smiled. Somehow, those words unlocked her treasure chest of courage. Slowly, but steadily, Iola climbed up onto the edge of Lovers Bride. The bridge had been a no named bridge until 1957, when a young couple was standing on the edge of the bride, much like now, and jumped. One was black, one was white. You see the problem's? it also got it's name when two kids, barely eighteen, were meeting. The boy proposed to the girl, they were still married until that day. Countless weddings and proposals had taken place on that bridge. But Joe was not here to propose, he was here to earn her trust.

"Ok."

She whispered, her voice quite and calm, an amazing mask to what she was feeling on the inside.

Iola then climbed up onto the edge of the bridge. Joe's arms holding her waist.

Her breath was taken away.

Joe was right, here was the small New York city that they lived in, in the palm of her hand. It was like she was wearing 3D glasses, like she could just reach out and grab it. Iola then felt herself being lifted up off of the bridge, and a kiss being planted on her cheek.

"I'll never let you go."

And in that moment, Iola believed him. Believed in him. Believed in the world. And believed in herself.