He gripped your arm firmly. He had a calm expression plastered across his face - one that you wouldn't expect of someone witnessing another trying to kill themself. Though he smiled at you.
"What are you doing?" He asked with a kind, warm tone to his voice. You blinked tears out of your eyes. Was this man stupid? What did it look like you were doing. Inspecting how sturdy the railing was?
"What does it look like?" You snapped sharply.
"Let me help you back to this side of the railing." He said, beginning to sway his hands down to your stomach area and hoist you upwards. He lifted you up, setting you down on the safe side of the railing. He noticed the blood gushing out of your cut up hands and looked up at you with comforting eyes. "What happened?"
"I picked a flower unknowingly, it had thorns on it." You replied, though it was an obvious lie considering there was blood smeared across the railing.
"Is that so?" He asked, a small mocking grin on his face. "How dumb do you take me for?"
"Very dumb considering you asked me what I was doing on the other side of the railing, blood on my hands, leaning forward and about to jump off the ledge." You hissed. You didn't actually want to be mean, you just had been interuppting during your submersion.
"Tell me your name." He asked you. You thought for a moment. You opened your mouth to speak before closing it again and mumbling.
"Tell me yours first." You demanded.
"It's Yao." He answered without hesitation.
"Yao. Please leave me alone." You grumbled. You didn't have time for this, you wanted to get this done, and fast.
"Please tell me your name." He smiled again, though it was soft and comforting. You muttered a few words under your breath before responding with the name you preferred to go by. His eyes lit up, his gaze steady.
"May I take you home, [your name]?"
"I have no home I have to go back to. It's a hell-hole there." You answered quietly.
"I know. I was asking if I could take you to my place." You grimaced. You had just met this man, ans now he was asking you to come to his place? Was he sick?
"Why would I do that. You could be some lowly pervert." You replied with a glare in your eyes.
"It's not like you have anything better to do." Your eyes met his, realizing he was right - you didn't have anything better to do. You were just about to jump off a bridge... it wasn't like you were busy.
"...Okay."
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☆ A Wonderful Day For Suicide ☆
Storie d'amore☆ A story with a personal pov (you) wishes to do nothing more but give into death, but a man with comforting eyes takes you in ☆ Taking requests for whatever yall want ykyk *winks at you and smirks*
