How He Changed Me

-4-

A week later..

DIANNA'S POV

I'm walking around in Brighton, window shopping while eating ice cream alone. It took me a few arguments and skipping a few meals before aunt Amie to finally let me go off alone. She was nice and all but I want to explore London by myself at least once in my life.

Of course aunt Amie set a few conditions for me and placed a curfew for me. IT.IS.ANNOYING. Truthfully, I feel like a 15 year old kid instead of a 22 year old. 

I've been walking around shopping for some clothes and I also bought some bath bombs. It's been a long, LONG time ever since i'm enjoying myself. At the back of my mind, I still regret leaving chris but I keep telling myself that this is a good thing for me

As I was walking, suddenly I heard some kind of wailing and crying from a man nearby. It seems like he was calling out for someone. It broke my heart to hear these kind of cries. These miserable cries.

I tried to ignore it but I just can't. I feel too drawn towards the cries and the next second I realised I'm in front of an alley where a guy is crouching by the wall with his head in between his arms. 

Tears are threatening to fall. It's not because I pity him but he reminds me too much of myself. He's like a mirror of my miserable self.

I gathered up my courage and walked up towards him and crouched in front of him. He didn't give a damn about my presence and I'm glad about it. if there was a third person seeing this, the feedback would obviously be 'you guys were hella awkward'.

"Hey" I spoke up. 

"Mia? Mia i knew you'd never leave me!" the guy said excitedly between sobs and hugged me. I wanted to at least pretend to be this mia girl so he'll be free of his misery but i know it's wrong.

"Sorry.." I said while clenching my jaws as hard as i can to stop the tears. Alas, the tears still fell.

"Why sorry?" He said and pulled away from the hug. 

"Who.... Who are you?" He said almost shouting.

"Hi.. I'm Dianna Daylight.. I just moved in here and--" I got cut off.

"What are you doing here? You want to laugh at me huh?" he yelled furiously.

That does it. I was trying to help him and now he's yelling at me? Wow.. so much for an act of kindness.

"Okay look. i don't know what's your deal but I'm pretty sure I had it worse than you okay? The guy I love was murdered three years ago and i've been living pain and misery all these years. So suck it up and get over it 'cause I don't want you to be ruined as I am!" i responded. my voice was on par with his.

I got frustrated and walked away. I just can't tolerate with that incoherent manner of his. I mumbled profanities as I was walking.

Suddenly I was pulled by the arm. The pull made me turn around and came in contact with his beady eyes.

"Your loved one died too?" he asked.

"Too?" I asked him back.

"Nevermind.." he said.

I sat beside him and we talked about random stuff. I was having fun despite everything that happened earlier. We kept eye contact everytime we talked and I saw the pain in his eyes that still lingered.

We talked until the sky turned dark and stars decorated the dark blue sky. I looked at my watch and was surprised that It was almost curfew.

"Damn.. I have to go.. it was wonderful talking to you but I seriously need to go" I said while brushing off the dirt on my jeans.

"What? are you seriously going Cinderella on me here Di?" He whined. Cute.

"Sorry!" I said and ran off.

"Will i see you again?" he yelled.

I turned around and walked backwards to see him at the other side of the sidewalk. "Who knows?" I yelled back and ran off.

The guy's POV

I ran to the spot I last saw her to aske for her number but I didn't even see the back of her head anywhere.

"Geez.. if you were going Cinderella on me, at least leave a hint or something" I mumbled to myself.

"Stop mumbling to yourself Xavier.. It's not healthy.." I heard someone said from behind me.

"Hey bro.." I said.

"Mom wants you home.. you've been gone a day and she's worried sick" he stated.

"Okay.. Thanks Zedd" i thanked him and we walked home side by side without another word.

Dianna's POV

I kept smiling all the way to aunt Amie's house and to my room. I had a jolly good time with him and deep down inside, I really want to sneak out and see him again. Who knows? Maybe he's still there.

I kept on smiling while staring into space. I loved the fact that he's the first person to make me talk this much after my beloved Chris.

My thoughts then shifted to Chris. The flashback of our happy days came by and my smile grew wider. Oh how I loved arguing with that silly guy. Seeing him flushed red is happiness to me.

Then came the unwanted flashbacks.. how he died in my arms. Tears filling the corner of my eyes. I quickly shrug it off not wanting to get  back to my old miserable self.

I immediately shifted my thoughts towards that guy. I regret not asking who he was or what his number is. I facepalmed myself and buried my face into my pillow and kicked the blankets. Childish, I know. I continued thinking about him.

That guy reminds me of someone.. His face maybe?

Nope.

His voice? 

Nope.

Then suddenly I shuddered. I finally realised who he reminds me of.

"Chris..." I barely whispered. 

Then the teardrops fell on the back of my palm like heavy rain. Those horrible and tragic flashbacks came back and there was no way I could fight them anymore. I let my agony swallow me and cried.

Aunt Amie came dashing towards my room as she heard my wails from across the room she was in. She hugged me to calm me down but it didn't work. running out of ideas, aunt Amie injected me with tranquilizer and I calmed down slowly and before I knew it, I was asleep.