Melissa's POV
My feet scurry over the harsh pavement, running, running from myself, running from the world, just running. With heavy gasps for air I bend over in the hope of recuperating my burnt out lungs. I'm usually very fit but today my body just isn't able for anything.
Without looking I presume my run, not giving in to the aching in my chest. The suns blinding rays beat down on me like a rock, blurring my vision. As quickly as these thoughts entered my head I'm dazed, falling, I've been knocked over by something, someone. I'm stuck to the ground, not able to operate my broken up body.
When I opened my eyes, terrified of what had just happened I saw it, him, his rich green eyes staring at me in shock, worry scraped across his face, his eyebrows furrowed together. If this is what an angel looks like then I don't mind being dead.
Suddenly an overwhelming sense of pain pierces through me; every part of me ached now, not only my chest. He opened his mouth, his lips moved but nothing came out. He was a silhouette in the still blazing sunlight but I could already make out all his defined features, his perfectly angled jaw line, the muscles which threatened to burst through his shirt and arms...oh god his arms they could lift a car without any difficulty, they were lined with ink, meaningless pictures but they sculpted his body to perfection.
I am snapped out of my current daze by a husky Australian accent. This HAS to be heaven. My body finally cooperates and raises a hand to my pounding head. The words "miss are you ok" ring in my ear, finally allowing myself to speak I reply to the god in front of me "ye..Yeah I think so. My head really hurts" again my vision blurs.
Without warning I felt too arms grasp me into their body carting me off to a car. Confusion washing over me I don't know how to respond. I should scream but something about his soothing heart beat makes me relax into his arms letting everything go. All i remember from the car journey was him staring at me any chance he got, that was when i was able to stay conscious enough.
When the car stops he sweeps me into his arms again. The loud noises of the ER bellow in my already pounding head. "It's going to be okay i promise" was the last thing i heard before i was whisked away. Who was this man and why did he care so much about me?
*a/n sorry this is only a filler chapter guys xxx*
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Little Me
FanfictionMelissa was just a normal girl who’s life was changed by one guy. He was the love of her life but he broke her heart. After almost a year of separatioin the two find themselves lost in nostalgic memories until something happens that will change thei...
