Day 17 3am. He wanted to leave me. I was getting too much for him to handle. I wasnt surprised, but of course I was beyond hurt. I left my room after he hung up and walked toward the bridge again. It was late; too late. I felt scared walking in this city alone, in this city where bad things were very prone to happen to literally anyone. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head, telling myself I needed the air, the walk, the silence. I called him back, wanting closure. I got angry and upset and cried my heart out on the streets of the sleeping city. I felt the cameras had their eyes on me and I wasnโt wrong. I began to kick the railings along the promenade when I heard a voice behind me ask if I was okay. I quickly turned around to see a police officer in his uniform looking very concerned. I instantly thought I was going to get arrested for attempting to damage public property. I cried to him and told him I wasnโt okay, that my boyfriend was leaving me. He nodded and rubbed my back, asking my name. He took down my name, d.o.b and address. He asked if I wanted a lift back to the student village. I simply nodded. I felt safe for once; initially I was terrified thinking I was getting into trouble. But he had told me they were worried I was going to jump into the river as it was late for someone to be out the way I was. I felt comforted and like somebody actually cared. I havenโt felt that in a while; the physical aspect of it anyway. They took me back to my apartment where I cried further and I honestly canโt even remember how I got through the night with the pain that was in my heart. I think things are okay with us now. I hope.