He was walking through a street, he didn't see his shadow.
She was jogging towards the bridge, and she saw two.
He was concerned, looking around.
She knew what was going to happen.
He walked back towards the bridge he'd just left.
She ran faster.
He saw a girl standing on the ledge, tearfully.
She saw a boy watching her cry.
He told her what he saw.
She told him what he didn't.
The shadows merely whispered, that was the only difference.