You knew no one would doubt you, being who you are; the perfect son, the loyal husband, always the apple of everyone's eyes. There would be no repercussions on your family and friends since no one would source the murder to you, yet, as you walked on you were filled with an explainable urge to run away and hide. But you knew that if you faltered, they would track you and kill you, you and your family. you had to go on, even if it meant tarnishing your soul and living with the overpowering guilt of killing hundreds of innocent human beings. You can see them now, disguised to make see that you complete what they started. But as you walked towards the bridge, you thought of the only possibility which could save all those people, jumping from the bridge with the bomb, killing yourself immediately. Not that they won't blackmail others into becoming suicide bombers, there would soon be more. You're standing at the bridge with half a minute before detonation deciding what is more important to you, your life and the life of your loved ones or those of a hundred innocents. Would you rather run, leaving the bomb at the bridge or would you jump?
S writes. Better than most people I know. But I hate her. Because she scares me by showing time and again, how she has the power to affect my life in more ways than one.
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