An Angels Lament

Chapter 1- Startled Beginnings

She too was there to commit suicide, although for completely different reasons. She glanced to her right, out of pure luck, and saw him on the edge of the building next to hers. Being such a spiritual person, not to be confused with religious, knew that some unknown force willed her to look, and maybe, just maybe, save him. She called out once. Twice. Three times and still no answer. She took it into her own hands, stepped of the raised ledge back onto the main roof. “Hey you!” She called once more, but to no avail. She picked up a rock, not to large but enough to draw attention. She threw it towards his feet, managing to hit his converse covered feet. She saw from the dim light produced from the surrounding buildings that he felt the stone, looked at his feet then from side to side to find the culprit. When he saw her figure, standing on the ledge facing him, across the 2 meter gap, it was indescribable. It wasn't like he hadn't been in love before, and hadn't seen a beautiful girl before but there was something special about this girl. He didn't under stand wether it was her brown hair, what he assumed was brown from the poor lighting, or the torn white dress she was wearing or maybe it was the fact it almost seemed she was glowing. No it wasn't any of these things, it was a combination of all of them. He stepped off the ledge, not into the dark street but on the roof to walk over to get a proper look at this woman. She still stood there, knowing she had achieved her goal of getting him off the ledge, she cautiously watched him walk over to her, not being to worried as she knew she was safe on the other side of the ledge. Unless he jumps, a small voice said it the back of her head, she pushed that thought back, sensing she could trust this man. Although, she had been wrong about men before, more than once.

He stepped into the green glow of a neon sign from across the street, she could finally see his face. His face seemed symmetrical, which was the nice way of saying she found him attractive. She knew nothing would come of it, she knew it never could, but she couldn't help but study his features. His, what she assumed black hair, hung above his eyes in a swooped fringe, He seemed no older than 20 years of age. Even though they were two meters apart she could hear his music from here, from her very small knowledge of music she guessed it sounded like what they call 'metal' or 'rock' she wasn't sure. He finally spoke, after staring at her for minutes. Now that he could see her relatively well, he could see that her eyes were and interesting combination of green and blue, but they seemed filled with water, and if she turned her face a certain way he could see dried tears done her face, and if he squinted enough he could notice healing bruises on her face and around her collar bone, and because of his enhanced sight due to glasses he could see her lip was split on the side.

He never believed in love at first sight but seeing her so hurt made him mad, and made him want to make whoever made her feel this pain, make them feel it 10 times worse. He finally managed to swallow, he opened his mouth but to no avail. A thin smile crossed her face, something about him made her want to never stop, but it seemed after so long she had forgotten how to smile. She took it upon herself to start the conversation. She opened her mouth to speak, he was leaning forward eager to hear her voice. But her voice never came.

(Authors note- I know its so short and I'm sorry, I promise the next one will be longer.)