Heavy-Hearted
Tonight on my way home from work, I was blissfully reading a magazine when the metro car I was in rapidly ground to a halt as we pulled into the Champs de Mars station after a jumper lept in front of the train. Lights dimmed, doors remained closed and I could only look at the faces of those on the opposite side of the tracks as they stood stunned.
An older woman sat on the bench with another woman and was obviously shaken up. She was red and dabbed at her eyes with her sleeve. Her friend (or newfound caretaker) helped her up the stairs and out to the exit. Most people scampered up the stairs to find alternative transportation while we were still in the car, looking on. A young boy asked his dad why we had stopped and was told that ‘someone jumped’. He looked puzzled. People ride metros they don’t jump in front of them…
I’m not sure if it was the force of our stop but ever since this incident, I’ve felt a heavy feeling in my chest.
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