Shameless // Chuuya N.

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Tonight sucked.

I got stood up by a guy that I really liked. I didn't have a car, so I had to walk home in the piss-pouring rain in my favourite dress and my most excellent pair of heels. And I got hit on by an old drunk guy who fell into the water-filled streets.

I wrapped myself in my arms to attempt to keep myself warm. Of course, it was the one time I didn't bring a jacket when the temperatures dropped, and it rained. My makeup was ruined; mascara covered my cheeks partially from my tears and the rain; my red lipstick was gone entirely from nervous lip biting; and my eyeshadow gave the impression that I got whacked in the face.

I believed in love, soulmates, and fate, but how could I continue believing if I got treated like trash by every single man I encountered? People told me that I was beautiful and kind, yet no one ever stood by me in the long run. At this point, trying to date men was ruining my mental health so much I was considering becoming a full-on lesbian.

Sadness washed over me as the rain poured harder. My lips began quivering quickly, and the tears pouring from my eyes blended perfectly into the rain that ran down my face. My home was only a few blocks away, but it felt like a million miles. All I wanted was to bury myself under my covers and cry until I couldn't breathe.

Maybe I would even ask Dazai-kun if he'd like to commit a double suicide with me. He would indeed say yes.

Suddenly my shoulder hit someone else's, and I felt myself stagger back. I was so over everything I didn't even try to stop myself from falling on my ass into the puddle. As I hit the pavement, I heard glass shatter and a young man cursing wildly.

"Hey! What the fuck!?" His voice was so loud. I looked up into the rainy sky to catch a glimpse of him. My heart almost stopped. He was literally the most beautiful man I had ever seen. With the cars rushing by and people passing us, all I could focus on were his beautiful azure eyes. "Not my wine! FUCK!"

He was furious, I could see it in his eyes. The second his eyes locked with mine, he paused, his voice going silent. "Uhh, are you okay?"

He didn't have an umbrella either. He stood there underneath the street lamp, soaked through his coat. He couldn't have been much taller than me. His red wavy hair was soaked as it clung to the sides of his cheek, as I continued to look, I noticed a longer chunk of hair hanging delicately over his shoulder. He was wearing a suit, expensive-looking shoes with gloves, and, weirdly enough, a choker.

He looked expensive.

"Oh, sorry. Yes I'm okay." My words couldn't have been persuasive because my voice was shaky, and my lips quivered. I tried to stand, but before I could, he reached a hand out to me.

"Here, let me help you."

I took his gloved hand hesitantly. He lifted me to my feet and held on to me until I was fully balanced. Then, I noticed red liquid beneath my feet, quickly mixing with the rain. I thought it was blood for a second, but then I noticed the three wine bottles pouring out of the brown paper bag. They were utterly shattered.

"Shit! I am so sorry!" I felt terrible. I must've hit him and knocked the bottles out of his hands. "How much was it? I can pay for what I broke."

He groaned in annoyance as he looked sadly at the wine bottles, "No, it's okay. You don't have to pay me back."

I turned to look at him, he seemed much nicer than he appeared, but I was still determined to pay him back for what I had broken. "Sir, it's entirely my fault they're shattered. Please let me pay for them!" I practically begged him.

His lips thinned into a white line, and he sighed, "These bottles were 2015 Domaine Leroy Musigny Grand Cru, each roughly thirteen million yen. I'm not going to ask anyone to pay me back that amount."