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Adien

Adien

I cached her body, before it was too far gone. She was very light.
I held her against my chest, to keep her from hurting me or herself.
,,Let me go, you bastard!" I heard her yell at me, but didn't loosen my grip on her.
,,I am nobody to call a bastard." I told her calmly. I can't judge her for trying to take her own life; After all, I came here for the same reason...
The girl was young, pale, her hair caramel brown. Quite a beauty.
,,I think you should now say 'thank you'." I told her, slowly letting go of her.
,,Oh, I don't think so– no, I owe you anything but grattidude."
,,But I saved you."
,,But I," She said, mocking my tone, ,,Did not want to be
saved." I shrug. Of course.
,,I'm sure that you'd have regret that desision later."
,,From my grave? Doupt it." She answerd sharply, and started to walk away. I suppose that she was done with suicide ideas for now. And now, what about me? I was there to jump, I remind myself. But something in me said that I owe her. I saved her, tho she didn't want to be saved, so I felt like jumping down myself would be unfair.
Or was it lack of courage? I don't know, but either way, I drove back to my house, alive and breathing.

,,Aw man, that's a shame you let her go." Said Conan playfully, looking at his reflection in the mirror. I gave him a look.
,,Respectfully, of course." He added then, and poured himself some whiskey. ,,You should really work on your...habbits." I said, looking at him. ,,You mean my manly urges? My man, that's the dumbest idea. What am I to do? No, no thank you. Plus, I have someone in mind, so stop-fuck for me? No can do." I frown, his mischevious smile giving his intentions. ,,And who might that be?" He shrugged, ,,Have no idea." He said, and his grin got wider. ,,So how are you to find her– I'm pretty sure it's a she?"
,,Oh, a him could also do. I remind you, I am your guy-best-gay friend."
,,You are not gay, Con."
,,I'm BI, I'm sure that it counts as being gay."
,,Fifty-fifty." I said, and didn't bother to return to my question. To think about it, I'm not sure I actually want to know his ways. Actually I was having real hard time with even just focusing– and by hard I don't mean that I was ecxited. I was worried. For the girl. Wich, to think about it, is odd. I didn't even know the girl.