I kicked the gravel against the pavement. The night was at its peak and the stars shone like it made of promises kept unbroken. But I had totally no idea what to do. What was one supposed to do to supposedly look for a life? It's too general for a goal and I didn't know where I can start. I had totally no idea what I was supposed to do.
I was just walking in no direction when I found myself right near the entrance of the park. And I almost jumped, until I realised whatever I almost knocked into was a young man. Quite a tall one at that by the way his legs folded as he buried his head on his legs.
"What are you doing?"
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"Well then, if you're not going to answer I'll just stay here until you do," I squatted down right beside him.
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"Hey don't you think your legs are killing you at all? I can already feel the ants crawling on my feet."
"Leave me alone," he finally answered me in a broken muffled voice that made my heart leaped and crashed at the same breath.
I finally realised my legs weren't going to help me so I got up and sat legs crossed on the side of the pavement.
"All better," I huffed out.
"You should leave."
"Not a chance."
"I might be dangerous," he said which made me frowned until I realised I was talking to a stranger late at night but then he didn't scream dangerous at all.
"Are you?"
"No."
"Good. But hey I might be dangerous too you know," he snorted and I swear I saw a hint of smile playing on his lips.
I nudged him playfully, "Hey don't laugh. I'm being totally serious here."
I looked away to the sky for a moment and when I looked back at him, he had finally peaked through his arms and our eyes met.
His green eyes was a taste of strong sadness and nothing else.
-That was when I was sure he was not dangerous nor was he going to be. And so I did the one thing I knew I could, I pretty much decided he was going to be my life from there on.
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All the Broken Parts
Short Story❝For he was the puzzle she wanted to solve. ❞ But maybe learning his broken parts meant looking into the deepest scars of her own