I sigh softly as I walk towards the one thing that might be able to keep me sane "I wish you where here" I whisper softly. A few weeks ago me and my husband got divorced and i've been depressed since the day I filed I'm beginning to think it wasn't the best idea after all. I shuffle my way into the bar and take a lone seat. Away from everyone else. Burying my face into my arms I cry softly, the song "If I Knew" by Bruno Mars plays quietly in the background. The song reminds me of what I did, I cry. Soft at first then harder as time passes by. The sad song doesn't make me feel any better. Depression, stress and anxiety has gotten to me so I began cutting in order to end it all, but I managed to stop for a few weeks when I remembered Aspen my son and decided not to end my life. Yet. The bell from the bar door rings and a man sets his jacket next to my seat, he takes out a quarter and scrolls through the selection of the jukebox. "When I was Your Man" begins to play in the background. He returns to his jacket and sings along with the music
"I should've bought you flowers
and held your hand,
should've gave you all my hours
when I had the chance"
he stops singing for a moment so he can take a sip of his drink. He sees me crying next to him
"Hey" he says. I don't respond to him immediately but his soothing voice seems to bring me up. I try to to brush the tears away on my sleeve, but nothing seems to makes them leave.
"Hello" I say softly barley audible but enough for him to hear,
"What's wrong?" he asks his voice is calm. Curious, and very familiar.
"Nothing," I tell him
"I'm Peter, but you darlin' can call me Bruno"
The way he said darlin made me smile,
"I'm Jessica" I told him
"Alright Jessica, now that I know you a little better tell me what's really wrong."
I just break down crying again
"Take your time" he says sweetly patting my back lightly
"I was married but me and my husband split" I tell him. My voice cracks just a little bit. My heart beating fast but looking into, his deep brown eyes seem calm me down a little.
"I'm sorry" he says
"Can I buy you a drink?"
I nod my head softly
He pays the bartender and hands me a glass
"What's in it?" I ask him
"Ginger Ale and Rum, my own creation, I call it Dancing Juice." Bruno says with a smirk
I drink the entire thing in just seconds
"Slow down with the dancing juice girl" he says smiling, he reaches out for a napkin and begins to scribble something down.
"I have to go now. Thanks for the drink I stand up abruptly from the table and head towards a door. The bell rings as the door shuts, the cold L.A. air surrounds me. A taxi pulls up at the curb, and as I step inside a voice calls for me. I don't hear it in time
"Jessica, Wait!" Bruno calls after me. But the taxi pulls away from the curb and onto the road leaving Bruno in his tracks.
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Hey! So my name is Jessica and this is my fanfic ^-^ just wanted to say I finally edited it and its longer, better, and more mature. I also wanted to say there may be a bit of self-harm in here so if Thats a trigger to you I suggest you turn away from this fan fic :/ I love you anyway. Anyways please vote, comment + add to your library ^-^
~•Jessica•~
