That Short Love Story

This is the End.

Let me tell you my story. That short love story. —

I shall not name myself or anyone at that for I am just too lazy to think of names. So, here it goes.

One summer night, I went out for a stroll around our village. No one was at home and being alone was never my thing so, why not find where people are and hang around?

I was listening to some music that time and instead of walking I tried to run to loosen up since, we'll also be having basketball practices the next day. So, I ran, ran, and ran. Then oppps. -

As I tried to dock over two people talking on both sides of the rode, I slipped on a puddle of water. Who knows why it was there?

Joke. Of course, I know. It was raining that afternoon before it happened and slipping on wet floor was just too obvious but I still ran. Just too stupid, wasn't I? But those two whom I purposely tried to dock from really just didn't care.

I couldn't get up after that. I bruised both my knees, my right elbow and both my palms. Not only have I bruised myself but my phone split into pieces. I had to pick them up somehow good thing there were so many people around me who helped me get up and pick my phone pieces to be stuck together.

There was even this old lady who was so kind and generous enough let me in her house to wash of the dirt from the wounds.

"Get the medicine kit upstairs and bring it here" she said, talking to someone from inside the house.

I was left alone washing my knees and my whole arm, while the lady seemed to have been busy with something. Then that love story started. —