the night i met you

genevieve hendrix

As I let my tears roll down my face, sobbing, sat here on this park bench with a perfect view of manhattan. It's my favorite bench here, I like to say it has the best view. I can't stop thinking about her.  It's been five years, and I've never felt more hurt. I watch the sunset as I swiftly turn as I hear a huge crash by the playground, and I see a blurry figure. I can't make it out due to my drowned eyes but I can tell it's a tall male figure, I also see a set of bright blue eyes laying on the ground as this man hovers over him. He's holding something, I can't tell what it is, I try to wipe my eyes but they just keep tearing up because I'm scared, no, terrified. What if this man just killed this person? What if I'm next? I'm so lost, so confused, I get up and run the other way crying. Today has been enough and I cant witness a murder, that's just too much for one day. 

I turn around and I see this blurry figure chasing me. It reminds me of this nightmare I used to always have growing up, exactly this; getting chased by a tall man holding something. It looks like a rod, no, a rolled-up newspaper. No, my mind is playing tricks on me. 

I keep running, as fast as I can. This is new york, nobody will help me if I scream, so I don't even try. It's not like I could get anything out anyways. I don't even know if he's chasing me anymore, I needed this. I needed this rush of adrenaline so I just keep running. Running as far as I can. 

I'm still running, it's darker now and the sun is definitely down. Fuck, this dickhead made me miss the good part of the sunset.  I'm out of breath now so I just sit on the ground, I don't even care that it's the new york city concrete. I just sit against this wall. A figure sits down next to me, I jump. Gen. fucking run. I think to myself before I even get a look at this dark, mysterious figure. It's not the guy who was chasing me, it's blue eyes. What? Didn't he just fucking die? I'm so lost now I reset my eyes, it is blue eyes. 

"Are you alright? You seem to be a bit out of breath." He says. His voice. "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine I just got chased by some psycho, nothing new." I could not stop staring into his eyes as I spoke to him, his eyes are so, there are too many words to describe them. Absorbing, arresting, hypnotic, spellbinding, captivating, charming, enchanting, intriguing, magnetic, tempting. Oh so hypnotic. Firey blue magnets, as he doesn't speak back and keeps his eye contact.

"That psycho is the dude who's been killing people everywhere, he thinks he's the joker or some shit. But seriously, are you okay? I'm worried about you." I finally let go of his eyes as he wipes the tear off my cheek. I haven't even realized I'm still crying. "Yes, well not exactly but I'll be okay it's just a hard date for me." I'm definitely not trauma dumping on this sweet, sweet, man. 

"You seem really tired and I don't want you walking home alone, is it alright if I walk you home safe?" He sounds so caring, I've never been treated like this before. This has to be Reagan, she sent this guy down from heaven so I finally do as she told me to. I saw sparks with this guy. I haven't responded to him yet, I pretend I'm thinking about it but it's definitely yes. Not for him to come in, but just walk with me. There is a sky full of stars out tonight anyway. "Yes but, under one condition, you tell me your name." He smiles at me, wow his smile is addicting. "Sergio, Sergio Williams, and you M'Lady?" I blush. He notices. "Gen, Genevieve Hendrix my lord." He blushes. I notice. 

He takes my hand up and I point towards my house. He doesn't let go. I smile. He notices. He smiles. I smile even more.