Finally I saw her at distance; she was on Tower Bridge right on top of the roof in one of the towers, what a coincidence… I threw myself up there on an impulse and in the next moment I was right beside her. She was a mess, with blood all over her bust and hair tips. The rest of the hair was pretty unkempt and dirty, actually, as she also was; her clothes and skin were a chaos as if she had been running through the woods or something. She was crying too, and I hated that. I barely could handle the idea of seen her unhappy. I stepped closer to give her a hug, to hold her in my arms, but she pushed me away. – “Get off of me!” – she cried out. I could see the hopelessness in her eyes and it was heartbreaking. More and more I was regretting what I had done… – “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t want to and I knew I shouldn’t to but when I saw him…he was a friend of mine, besides we didn’t talked much, he was part of my group of friends, but I had to talk to him… And now he’s dead, h...