Unexpected Love

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏 "𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔"

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Dark blue!!!
The weather is dark and moist, a perfect combination for November. My footsteps made it to the pavemebt on the pebbles on the ground. It was just another day. Nothing special. Nothing too much, nothing too less.

I always dreamt of running away, I wonder how would that feel?. Being away from all this mess. Living a new life. But that won't happen and can't happen.

I might be thinking to myself, how come at such a night, actually midnight, I'm walking out on the streets, great for me. My parents aren't at home and are away on a trip for a funeral which makes sense and brings peace to my fragility.

My life sucks and everything in it.

As I walk past the church I make sure to bow down and if God can forgive me now for what I'm about to do then I'm sure I'll be in paradise tonight with him.

My steps weaken a little bit due to the extreme cold weather and I'm drowned in numbness. As soon as I spot the bridge and the railway station below it I waste no time walking fast and I spot a bench. I quickly take my seat there and sigh. I gaze down to my hands, which has my diary and an ink pen the pen I love a lot.

Time to write my death note.

Slowly by slowly, I pen down everything which has ached me, stolen me from which were kept intact for how long God knows. I sniffled softly, crying my heart out to myself for I know, no one to listen to them. I don't even want anybody to listen to them.

Even death doesn't wanna visit me.

"I wish I had one last chance, to have.. F**k I don't know what I'm saying" I whisper frustrated with myself. I look around, hoping that nobody has seen me because I don't want this information to go to my parents or else they'll ground me in the grave.

Aren't I such a fool.

I quickly wipe away my tears. My blade I need my blade. I quickly put my hand inside my pant pocket and pull out my razor the new one which I had brought recently knowing damn too well I would be using it quite soon.

I numb myself and pull up the sleeve of my wrist and close my eyes I make a small cut and i watch as the small drops of blood flow out little by little. If only this could take me one day.

I close my eyes to make another, a deeper one when I feel a hard palm hold my arm with great strength, my anxiety immediately pops within me raising from descending to ascending. Lord, Lord, Lord no no. Please. Not anyone I know. Let it be a stranger.

"Stop what you're doing" A dark male voice which sent shivers down my spine.

I open my eyes and turn to the side from the voice had come and I notice a tall man looking down at me with piercing blue eyes, wow blue eyes in India that must be interesting.

Be cold june, you have got to be cold.

"It's not good for a young girl to be out at the part of the night" He whispers to him and it sends chills down my spine.

I stare into his eyes unable to move away because of how mesmerizing they are to me.

"I'm sorry" I whisper to him. I'm not sad anymore but I'm in fact irritated yet deep down my depression is still present.