Prologue

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What the hell am I supposed to say to someone I just saw trying to commit suicide? 

I thought I knew what I was going to say, but right now, sitting close to him, making the choice to even move was a horrible decision I now regret making in the first place. I probably appear stupid, maybe even rude in a way towards him. 

Deep breaths, Min, deep breaths, I tell myself. Try again.

"I meant what I said, and... I know that we don't know each other that well. But..."

At a loss for words again.

"It's okay," he replies with a small smile looking at me.

"What?"

"It's fine."

All I can do is stare back at him, wondering how he was so calm about everything that happened this morning, keeping his composure; something I couldn't do right now.

"It's rude of stare, you know?" he says with a chuckle, and then looks straight ahead back at the teacher.

I can tell that he's trying to lighten the mood, and I take his effort into doing so, but I can't find it in me to smile.

To say that I don't know how to feel at the moment would mean nothing. I'm confused as to what emotions even are now, and I feel like I didn't even try to say what I meant to.

"The more you think about it, the worse it gets," his voice interrupted my thoughts.

"I..."

"Can't process it?" He offers.

I nod. It occurs to me that talking to him is actually easy. Maybe it's because he's the one doing most of it and is taking the events of today more lightly than I am.

"Look," he says, "don't beat yourself up about what happened. Like I said, it's fine."

And that puts me at ease. For someone about to jump off a building, Carliasle was quite peculiar about it. It's kind of unnerving, but at least I know he's okay and that hopefully he doesn't try anything like that again.

Time passes by, minute after minute, and the both of us have been occupied with something other than conversation. I just look outside while he does something else. This had to be one of the slowest detentions to ever exist.

Then a thought came to me: why was he going to do it?

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