Running Away ✔

Chapter - 4

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I better hurry up and stop the guy from taking away his life. I mean we all have hurdles in our life but taking one's life is not the solution.

"HEY! OI! GET YOUR FAT ASS DOWN IN THE GROUND! THERE MUST BE SOMEONE OUT THERE WHO LOVES YOU SO STAY ALIVE AND FIGHT FOR THAT PERSON." I raised my arms and ran towards the bridge like a madwoman.

I tripped over a rod but that didn't stop me from saving this poor man who needed some help and lots of love and affection.

Just when I saw the heel of his foot move up in a complete 90 degree angle I grabbed his ankles and pulled him back. His body staggered and then he gracefully landed on his butt and I gave him a huge smile.

One thing I know is manners. I should get the reward for being the most well mannered and polite person living in the planet. I didn't frown at him nor did I ask him about his mental state or who knew how much more heartbroken he would get.

"It's ok! You don't need to thank me but you're welcome anyway."

"ARE YOU CRAZY WOMAN?"

We both spoke at the same time.

My eyes widened in disbelief. How dare he call me crazy? The audacity of this man to think that I love lost my marbles.

"You were about to jump off from this bridge and take your life while me being the angel that I am rescued you from doing such a horrendous deed and you call me crazy?!"

He opened his mouth not to thank me but asked me to "Get off". Before I could understand why he was being so mean to me, my eyes got blinded by camera lights.

"Sir is she your next heroine?"

"Is she you new lover?"

"The nation wants to know!"

"When did you get hitched?"

"Poor girls! You have broken a million of hearts."

That's when I noticed the scenery around us. There was a man sitting on top of a moving crane with a camera in his hand. A few ladies were sitting under an umbrella held by tiny men. There was an old man who was calmly sitting at the center and he made a frame around my face using his fingers.

Were they filming something? There weren't many equipments or people to consider this as a shoot.

"Shit! Don't show your face to them. Hide yourself." My face was shoved on the man's chest while I swatted his prying hands away.

"I know, I know. You are not able to digest the fact that I have my hands wrapped around you. It's ok you are not dreaming." The guy spoke.

All I wanted to say was "Man you have sweat on your shirt and you stink."

"Luvfufuf moi. Sewwteing." My voice got mumbled into his shirt when this crazy guy stood up and tried to take me away from this spot. I just wanted a hole to open upon and swallow me from this humiliation. Fate! What had I just done? I think I was going to get involved in deep poop.

I lost my belongings, my money, my sanity and I had nothing more to lose other than my dignity but I was not willing to ruin that up so I forcefully pried the man's arms away from my body and scurried to the bridge.

"I am coming up there to you so that we can laugh our asses while we watch the lives of our fellow humans from above so make some space on that soft couch of yours fate." I spoke to the sky hoping that fate heard me and I jumped from the bridge.