chapter one: first encounter
*LEVI'S POV*
I mean it's not my fault... The crosswalk said walk! I even double checked to see if there were any cars coming! Besides, the driver was drunk... But why did she decide to help me?
*FLASHBACK*
As I was walking out the door, I said my last "goodbyes" to Mason and his parents. I didn't bother to call anyone to pick me up. They're probably asleep and my house is only a few blocks away. Crossing the street, I did something everyone would do, look both ways and making sure there aren't any cars. When I was sure there were no cars in sight, I started crossing.
As I walked a few feet, I heard a loud screech. I darted my head toward the sound and saw the blinding light of what had to be a car. And from the looks of it, it wasn't stopping.
I don't know what happened. I just froze. I closed my eyes preparing myself for the impact. Something came, but I know for sure that it wasn't the car.
When I realized this, I opened my eyes, somehow finding myself on the floor a few feet away from where I was standing. I sat up and looked around. Then I saw a glimpse of who I'm guessing was my hero. But what I saw I didn't expect. I saw a girl, with long chocolate brown hair, running away.
I contemplated calling out to her, but deciding not to, I got up and gathered my things. Among my belongings, I saw something that I have never seen before: a locket. I opened it and I saw a picture and a quote. "She believed she could, so she did." And in that moment, I vowed that I would find her and repay my debt.
*End of Flashback*
Okay, it wasn't my fault. I panicked. I froze. I think that girl noticed. She made a choice on her own. It was her choice to save me.
I scoff. Here I am pacing around my room, contemplating why she would even help me. Why would she risk her life trying to save me? I admit, this is kind of my fault because I didn't do anything. But it isn't my fault she chose to save me!
Now I have to pay off my debt to her for saving my life. I mean I get that she's trying to be nice and live without regrets, but wouldn't she have regretted it if she hadn't made it in time? It's already bad that I could've possibly died, but a whole different story if she could've been hit too.
I put all this aside and try and go to bed. But as I close my eyes, I find that drifting off to sleep is almost impossible. As I lie away staring at the ceiling, there is one question thats racing through my mind:
Who is she?
