Unknown Caller (Lucas) WayV 2

12. The start of our journey ll

“I got you, you won't fall as long as I am here!” he screams out and the echo hits us right away. No time to waste, he takes off my shoes without me even saying that he should let go.

He is really sweet, somehow I wish I meet this stranger earlier maybe I wouldn’t have gotten a broken heart. “I can't believe we came this far,” he says out of the blue and stands up, holding both of our shoes.

I wonder what he means, like what situation does he place that sentence. “What do you mean mister stranger?” I ask and he looks at me shocked. He grabs my hand tightly and starts walking into the comfortable sand. The sand was getting deeper and deeper for every step we made forward.

“I mean our relationship, it started as strangers now we are friends, who have hidden names,” he says and holds onto me even tighter, in case I become unstable again and trip. “Friends should know each other's names and faces,” I say without letting go of his hands.

They are hard, rough but warm and make me want to hold them forever. I know purely nothing about him except that he works with music and his name starts on L. But even if I know so little, it makes me want to explore him even more, I want to know everything about this guy.

“Friendship shouldn’t have rules to be friendship. We talked so much, we text so much and today we meet up” I  say calmly and we keep on walking as I feel the sand sucks us down.

“If there is something I want to know then it's about your family,” he says with a sweet tone. I know he only meant good intention by asking me about my family, even if he had bad intention I would have told him.

But he also asked this once when we talked over the phone, I didn’t give him an answer because Alexandra came crying inside. There are some topics some people want to avoid, family is mine. I wish no one would ask me about how we all fell apart, how there is no one here for me, and why I call myself an orphan.

“You can't get any answers from then since they don’t exist,” I say with back pretending that it didn’t bother me at all. He looks at me the second I say it with a worried and pitful look. We both stop walking off the soft and rich sand. Our shoes fall out of his hands and he deeply looks into me.

First, it was just my eyes, but he somehow got all the way to my soul. “I will be your family, I will be your father, mother, brother, sister, and everything. I will be everything you need or want in your life”

The words he said squeezed out the pain that laid on each word I said. He didn’t ask what I meant by it so it would give him a clearer picture, all he cared about was how I felt saying that.

He observed my reaction, my voice and he could puzzle out my pain. His hands were wrapped around him making me feel comfortable instead of endless pain. “Y/n, remember the words I said,” he says looking closely at me.

He doesn’t give me his name, but it feels like he gives me his love instead. Love, relationship has no limit everyone says. Age, ethnicity, and sex don’t matter. “I will” is the two words I say to give him a response. He doesn’t let me go, he holds me even tighter by his hand.