Cold Coffee

The End

"What's in the box?" Blake asked quietly after a few minutes of silence.

"See for yourself". Tegan handed him the old, dusty shoebox, filled with the inhumanity of her tormentors. He took off the lid and slightly gasped when he realized what was written on his contents, lightly thumbing through the little pieces of crumpled up notebook paper.

"WHORE".

"SLUT".

"UGLY BITCH".

"GO DIE ALREADY". That was only a sliver of what the box held.

"You know what I think of this?" Blake asked. Although, it wasn't a question meant to be answered. He picked up a handful of paper and threw it as hard as he could into the water. Tegan did not protest. Instead, she smiled up at him and took her own handful which she also chucked into the water. They continued to throw the little sheets of hate into the water until the shoe box was empty except for one piece of paper. Blake was about to let it fly with the rest, but Tegan stopped him.

"Wait", she said as she took the paper out of his grip. She pulled a pen out of her pocket and scribbled out whatever harsh words where imprinted upon it. She didn't bother reading them. When there was no evidence lef on the paper, she handed it and the pen to Blake.

"Write down your phone number".

"Why?" Blake asked.

"I have a feeling I'm going to need it very soon" Tegan replied with a smile on her face. He grinned and quickly wrote down his phone number along with his address and his name. He folded the paper in half and handed it back to Tegan. Then, she opened the shoe box, dropping the piece of paper and the thermos, now empty, into the box.

"It's the start of our own story. Together" Tegan whispered. Blake wrapped his arm back around her back as she leaned into his chest. They sat on the bridge, watching the sun rise, making the water look like acrylic paint. They didn't care if they had just met six hours ago. They didn't care if they still knew barely anything about one another. They only cared that they had found each other. That they could share their stories with each other and know that they would be understood. That they weren't sitting silently at the bottom the river right now. They stared into the dawn, neither of them daring to speak as the sun rose higher and higher until light consumed their entire world.

"You want to go get some coffee?" Tegan asked after the sun had risen to its peak in the sky.

"I would love to" Blake replied with a small smile. He jumped down off the railing and stretched his legs before helping Tegan and their shoebox down too. He took her free hand and together they walked down to the coffee shop on 42nd street, each baring a new story. A story of sorrow, of love, and of their own big chance.

To those who have lost their lives to suicide, may you find peace and love in a world beyond our own.

Thanks for Reading :)