❝she was the riddle he couldn't solve, a beautiful enigma❞
When you, a doctor started receiving texts from an unknown stranger. And those texts transformed into calls, and a meeting.
Will fate bring you both together in the end? Or it will make sur...
she had huge papers of her patients that she needed to study before doing their surgery. her outfit only consisted of a large shirt sweatpants and some socks. She was in the middle of studying when she got a text. she ignored.
Her eyes were burning from typing on the screen and her throat burned. She headed to the kitchen to get some water but also brought along a textbook to continue reading.
As she was walking she felt a slight dizzying in her head but thought to herself it was probably just because she was dehydrated.
So much was going through her mind and you suddenly felt herself forgetting how to breathe. Everything was becoming a blur. her heart was beating through her chest like it was trying to get out. She had nowhere to go and she felt her body collapsing before she let the sleep claim her nerves.
When she woke up again, she was feeling groggy and disgusting. But the reason of her awakening was the doorbell of her complex Appartement. Getting up, she slowly managed to her door to open it. Revealing, a tall guy with a black mask, for a second her brain didn't work until she was going to lose the door before him. "wait, was it's just me" A husky voice spoke from under the mask.
"you,?" She said before realizing the source of the voice, it was Jay. But what the hell he was doing on her doorstep?
How did he know where the hel she lives?
"How did you k-" before she could continue her objection he interpreted "can we speak inside?" Feeling her cheeks heating, she welcomed him inside,"sure!"
"you can sit here if you want," She said mentioning him to her sofa, "thank you"
"How are you feeling?" She couldn't help but ask about his condition, he was terribly sick and her question made a smile on jay's face, "I feel better now, all thanks to you"
"Ooh, you know it's my work so no need to thank me"
"No, I should. If it was someone else he will fly away when he will know that he was going to help a member of a gang" Jay explained his point.
that's because I have nothing to lose.
"I understand," she said."would you want something to drink?" It was a question that she should ask once he stepped in, the best to avoid the awkward conversation. "No, thank you. I came here to give you something you left in our penthouse" Jay voiced making her frown at his statement, something she left?
Catching her off guard, Jay pulled out her journal from his pocket, making her eyes wants to get out of their place. She was freaking out, even her breath started to speed up as the adrenaline boiled inside her. And all the questions painted her mind, has he read it, what he will think of her? no one has ever known what happened to her?
Not caring if he was watching or not, she stood up and walked to her bathroom. she stood in front of the mirror, her face close to it as she inspected and criticized every flaw that she noticed. The dark circles and bags under her eyes. She looks horribly eaten out by depression.
she opened the mirror to reveal a medicine cabinet. Grabbing a bottle of prescription pills she contemplated ending her life. She hated herself and everything else about her life.
But something was holding her back, and she couldn't explain it. With a sigh she set the pills back in the cabinet, closing it. But then again her bathroom door was opened.
Behind her in the mirror, he stood there. With widened eyes and a quickened heartbeat, she turned around to meet him face to face.
His eyebrows furrowed together in a sad expression. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice cracking and shaky. A gulp fell through her throat. What could she say to him? He just witnessed her very thoughts at that moment.
she couldn't find the words, so instead, she showed him. She grabbed the hem of her sleeve, wondering whether or not she should show him the evidence. His eyes scaled down to her hands, realizing what she was doing.
He quickly grabbed her hands but started into her eyes.
"Let me see ?"
"Let me see?" He asked, gesturing to her sleeves. Hesitantly, she nodded. He slowly moved her sleeve upwards to reveal the pain she'd been through.
The cicatrices covered her wrists, an external voice to her internal anguish. The scars lay fresh and new against her olive skin. It's pink shininess was shocking.
she expected him to reject her, to leave her, to scream at her, but suddenly his arms were wrapped around you and nuzzled into her.
It felt like a fantasy. It was unreal.
"It's going to be okay," he whispered into her ear while stroking her hair. "It'll be okay"
her breathing calmed down and her eyes stayed closed. The warmth sent from Jay's body made her calm and his hand grazed up and down her back. The scent that lingered off his body made a small smile form onto her lips.
they both stand up without words, He took a washcloth and let her wipe her face a little bit, "you read it, didn't you?" she questioned.
"i did, but I'm sure that I didn't read much. I swear" she bit her lip as she nodded her head in agreement because she was afraid that if she was to speak, then she would break down.
He grabbed your arm again, turning her wrist over to see the scars again. His thumb lightly grazed over them. Taking in deep breath he looked back up to her.
"you know you are still beautiful" he spoke with a sad smile. A tear trickled down her cheek as she tried to smile at herself, but her shaky chin wouldn't allow her to. "But you should know that if your mom was here today she will not want you to hurt yourself like this"
he knows.
This time it was her turn to cry. The tears followed her eyes one after another whilst he wrapped his arms around her for comfort.
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"To all the ones who selfharms, I'm not the one to judge why they try to kill himslef. Everyone has his own reasons and I undertand that. But they should remember that a losing a life can cost many negatif effects on their families. When just the idea of harming theirselfs is hurtful. Why would you do try to kill yourself, end a life. When you they are other people out there wanting to live but they can't. Imagines if someone who doesn't have much time to live. The doctors informed him/her that he/she can't do anything about it. He/she doesn't have a choice. But You have.
Do why end it? "
And if you think that it will be just one cut. Trust me you are totally crazy. And you will found it afterwards that it was too late"
