That time you saved me

The day I met you

Note: some of you might recognize the poses that I used for these colored sketches (that I hate but the way) the only one I still kind of like is the one where they are sleeping on the couch

I wanna do more stuff for this fic so bad ;-; even this it's over I still love it

This fic, despite it being short, is still really important to me

So I hope you'll enjoy it!

Note (from ao3): New story!

Again

This time, I wanted to try a new way to tell the story.
It was suppose to be a one shot, but I ended up choosing to do it in more chapters instead.

And as you can see, I'm still terrible at finding names/titles

Enjoy!
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I was walking on the beach that day, like I always do. There had been a storm the day before. I always loved to walk on the beach after a storm. The warm wind, the smell of wet sand, the emptiness of the place, the silence.

This storm had been more devastating than any other that we got in the past. Branches, three trunks, see weeds and many other stuff were scattered all around on the ground. It was a miracle my house was still standing. I liked it.

The loneliness.

I had always been lonely. So the loneliness wasn't something new for me. The crushing feeling of being alone wasn't the same on the beach as in my house.

I always lived alone. I don't really remember since when I live alone. I think it is since my tenth birthday. For six years now. But I'm not sure anymore. Even at school I'm alone. But I don't really care. I like being alone after all.

I was the lone wolf of the school. Everyone knew about my story which was the reason why everyone was avoiding me. I never had friends. The only one I got weren't real ones. I understood clearly that they only wanted to be with me to be able to use me like they wanted or because they were pitying me. I knew that, of course. I still stayed with them, because... I don't really know why actually.

I always had difficulty to integrate myself into groups, with other people. But that's okay. I never liked being around other people. The only persons I have ever been able to be around of was my family. And maybe that girl from preschool, but I can't remember her face for some reasons. I've never seen her again after that anyway.

I always went to the beach when I was feeling down. The only thing is that I always feel down. I always felt down. I think something is wrong with me. I have always been aware of the stares the others gave me and their whispers about me. I think they knew something was wrong with me too. They might even know what it is.

Like I was saying, I was walking on the beach that day. I was bare feet. I didn't want to put on shoes, wasn't feeling like it. I didn't care about the rocks and the trash that had accumulated there during the night. It hurt my feet, but I couldn't care less. At least I was feeling something for once. Only the pain was able to make me feel something.

It wasn't a hot day, but it was still warm enough to wear shorts. I eventually stopped walking and looked at the sea. The waves were calm for me, but for someone normal they would be strong. I looked behind me and I could see my house in the distance. I looked back at the sea and walk toward it.

The water was reaching a bit under my knees. That day, I wanted to go deeper into the water. It was calling me, like something was attracting me toward the dept of the sea. I was already further than I normally goes. I had always stopped when the water was reaching a bit on top of my ankles. The waves were brushing my legs as I took a step into the dept of the sea.

I like the sound of the waves. They're relaxing. It break the silence of the emptiness and loneliness of the place. As the water was reaching my knees, I heard a cry. I heard you.

I heard a cry that sounded like a baby. Something called out to me. Without even knowing it, I was already outside of the water, back on the beach. I followed the cry to a pile of trash. It was inside of it, surrounded by trash.

There.

My once empty eyes lighted up for the first time in a long while when they landed on the small being. I don't even know if they ever lighted up like that before. The baby was crying and was alone. Alone like me.

I took the small baby in my arms. I think it was the first time I ever held a being this small in my arms before. It was a little girl. She couldn't be more than five month old. I held her close to me as I went out of the trash, carefully to not hurt her. I sat on the ground, holding her closer to me. She was still crying so I started to rock her, to calm her down.

« Shh... you're not alone. I'm here. You're not alone. You won't be anymore. Shh... »

At that moment, I felt something new.

For the first time in my entire life, I felt... alive.

I hugged the little girl as my eyes started to get watery. My vision was blurry to the point I couldn't see anything anymore. My tears rolled down on my cheeks. They were warm. An other feeling I never had.

I got up when I stopped crying. I hold the baby close to me and started to go back to my house. My house that would not feel too big anymore.

I made a promise that day. Both to me and to the little girl.

« I promise I will take care of you. I won't let you alone. I will always be there for you. I promise to always be there for you. I promise you won't know what being alone means. »

That promise wasn't only for her. It was more for me too.

I had found a new meaning to my life. If I already hadn't had one to begin with.

This little girl needed me as much as I needed her.

When I entered my house, I went to grab some pillows and I put them in the small hammock that was hanging from the ceiling. I put the little girl securely in it and, when I was sure she wouldn't fall, I went to grab the computer I use for school. I sat beside the hammock and made some research.

I didn't know how to take care of a baby. It was the first time I ever held a baby in my arms. False. I already held a baby before, but it was fourteen years ago, when my sister was born. I'm wondering how she is these days. I haven't see her since my tenth birthday. At least I knew she was safe and not alone. There was at least that. I wonder if she miss me like I miss her. Does she even remember me?

I found some useful stuff about "How to take care of a baby", but I will still have more research to do. I might go to the library tomorrow. I'll go buy what I need to take care of her at the same time.

I made a list of what I had to buy for her. I didn't need clothes, since my sister's old baby clothes were still somewhere in the house. I think they are still in the attic, with other baby stuff. I'll need to check that out tomorrow before I leave for the library.

When the baby started to cry, I just rock her a little to put her to sleep. I had to go to bed, but I couldn't let her in that all alone. So I took her with me in my room and I layed her down on the bed. I layed down beside her and kept her in my arms, fearing she would fall off the bed.

I ended up falling asleep with her in my arms.
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End note: I tried a new way of writing for this fic and I quite liked it! I might do something new with this style one day, who knows

I will be changing the cover of the story one day!

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