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Em stares down at the steel rails below her. It's been a rough day or week, hell it's been a rough fucking life. She could do it. Just take one step over the yellow caution line and drop onto the tracks. The train will be arriving at the station in less then a minute and it's been on time lately. No one would even have the chance to react before it ran her over.

“Don't do it.”

Em looks up and is startled to see Pete Wentz standing right next to her. His hands stuffed casually in his pockets.

“Huh?”

“You looked like you were going to jump onto the tracks.” Pete says. “Don't do it.”

Em blinks. “Uh...”

“I'm sorry if that's not what you were thinking about.” Pete explains, shrugging in a way that implies he could care less what she thinks about his intrusion. “But if it was, I want you to know that this is just a moment in time. A shitty shitty ass moment, but then it will pass and you will have more moments, better moments.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but Em can see him watching her closely out of the corner of his eye. “But if you step forward right now and jump onto those tracks you will miss all those better moments. I should know, I've been there standing where you are, metaphorically speaking. I'm so glad I never jumped because I can think back now to all these great moments I've had and I am so fucking happy that I stuck it out so I would get to experience all of them.”

He sighs deeply and shrugs. “Anyway, you have a good day.”

He turns and wanders off leaving Em standing there stunned.

A few seconds later the train pulls up. Em climbs on and slips into a seat. She tucks a pair of earbuds into her ears.

I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match...