Unspoken (Emotional Creative Writing)

'The Rooftop.'

I stand at the roof top, staring down at the city lights and passing cars.
Suddenly, I remember my crush, my cat, my sister, my friends.
I sit on the edge, hearing foot steps come closer to me, the steps soft.
Some one sits beside me, not once do I look over at them.
"Tonight's the night?" They ask
Something about their tone, their voice.
I sigh, looking up at the sky.
"I don't know." I mutter.
I can feel their eyes or me and I clench my jaw.
"You're alive, let that sink in, Its not the worse thing." They stand up, about to walk away.
"wait -" I say, standing up,
I hesitated looking at them, but do anyway.
They are male, with burns radiating up his neck.
"Why do you care?"
He chuckles,
"Everyone has a story they need heard."
"You have meaning and you matter." he continues.
I feel tears prick at my eyes, and before long, the tears start streaming.
He hugs me, taking me into his arms.
We talk for hours, about the good and the bad, he understands me.
As I wake up in the hospital bed, I see my mom beside me, and my sister crying, holding my hand.
"Where is he?" l ask, confusing everyone.

(What happened? Was it a dream?)

Word Count; 222