Something Like Happy
Книга "Something Like Happy", автором которой является Sasha Greene, представляет собой захватывающую работу в жанре Современная зарубежная литература. В этом произведении автор рассказывает увлекательную историю, которая не оставит равнодушными читателей.
Автор мастерски воссоздает атмосферу напряженности и интриги, погружая читателя в мир загадок и тайн, который скрывается за хрупкой поверхностью обыденности. С прекрасным чувством языка и виртуозностью сюжетного развития, Sasha Greene позволяет читателю погрузиться в сложные эмоциональные переживания героев и проникнуться их судьбами. Greene настолько живо и точно передает неповторимые нюансы человеческой психологии, что каждая страница книги становится путешествием в глубины человеческой души.
"Something Like Happy" - это не только захватывающая история, но и искусство, проникнутое глубокими мыслями и философскими размышлениями. Это произведение призвано вызвать у читателя эмоциональные отклики, задуматься о важных жизненных вопросах и открыть новые горизонты восприятия мира.
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019
Copyright © Sasha Greene 2019
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Version: 2019-04-23
Table of Contents
To anyone who has thought they would never get through the day, but somehow managed.
You are amazing.
And in memory of all those who couldn’t.
Nick leaned over the grey stone parapet, considering the distance to the road below. It should be enough to kill him. His heart pounded at the thought, but it was the easiest way he could think of. One simple jump, and he’d be gone. And even if he didn’t succeed, at the very least he’d be in hospital, which would mean a blessed release from his daily grind and the ache of loneliness that wore him down.
He focused his gaze on the skyline and gripped the rough surface with his shaking hands. Easy peasy. All he had to do was close his eyes and jump. He went through the motions in his imagination. Early tomorrow would do it. Sunday morning was always deserted. He needed just a little more time to gather his courage.
It had to be tomorrow. There was no other choice. No way he could go back into that office on Monday morning.
When Jade saw the figure on the bridge, standing tall in his bright blue jacket, she thought at first he was looking at the scenery. But as she came closer, she saw his eyes were closed. White knuckles gripped on tightly to the edge, and she suddenly knew exactly what was going on.
You have to talk to him.
This wasn’t how she had imagined her sunny Saturday panning out. A casual stroll through town, up the hill, look at the view. Definitely not getting involved in the life of someone who was obviously planning to jump.
Really? When you know exactly what this bridge means to you? Do you want to make the same mistake twice? You could do something right for once.
She clenched her fists, fully intending to walk on by, but found her mouth opening. ‘I wouldn’t lean so far over if I were you.’
A female voice broke into Nick’s thoughts. That was definitely a local accent from the sound of it. He felt a surge of irritation hit him and didn’t bother turning to look at who was behind him. Jeez, what was wrong with this place? His life was filled with people telling him what to do, and now he couldn’t even plan his suicide in peace without someone interfering.
‘Go away.’ He folded his arms, standing stiffly, ready to wait until she disappeared.
‘It’ll hurt if you splat on the road.’
Her matter of fact tone and choice of words surprised him, and he swivelled to look at the speaker. A short, waif-like girl stood in front of him. She looked no more than eighteen. Her pale skin clashed horribly with her long dyed jet-black hair, which was gathered up in the worst-kept hairstyle ever. Wait, was that strips of sparkly green in among the black? Her bright red coat combined with her goth-style hair was like nothing he had seen before in his life.
‘Go away.’ He turned away. ‘Leave me in peace.’
‘You don’t look like you want to be left in peace. You look sad. Sad people normally want cheering up.’ It was childlike, how direct she was. And somehow kind of refreshing.
Nick turned again and frowned at her. ‘Don’t kids of your age have better things to do than harass strangers?’
‘Kids?’ She folded her arms, squinting at him against the sun. ‘I’m twenty-fucking-three, for God’s sake.’
The same age as himself. Now that he looked closer at her, he could actually see fine lines at the corner of her eyes. He was willing to give her the twenty-three, although she still looked young for her age.
