Please Stay

One

Okay, so this is one of my newer stories. I hope y'all like it, there is a TW (trigger warning) and I will let you know before each chapter. Other than that, enjoy.

Phil's Pov.

I was walking around the dusty, old store putting the records where they belonged, in their natural places. I have been here long enough to know where everything goes, it's almost like my second home. It's a fairly small shop but it's my own little get away. I work here from 10 in the morning to 9 in the afternoon. It's so nice sometimes. I love the record store, it gives me comfort.

It's 9:24 so I start to get my stuff. I normally always carry a backpack with me. I keep everything I could need in it. I tell my boss, more like best friend, cause he's my age, bye. I head out the door and start walking to my apartment. It's a couple blocks away, but I don't have a car nor do I want one.

I walk down the broken, empty, streets of London and I come to the bridge that I have to cross. It's a large bridge, but it's empty as far as I see. I walk up, through the middle cause fuck it. As I near the top I see a small figure, hanging over the edge, on the wrong side.

Without thinking I break into a dead run. As I make it closer I noticed it was a smaller boy close to my age, looking down at the water death drop below. I yelled out to him. "Stop! Wait, what're you doing!"

The boy slipped a bit, and grabbed the rail for support. I was a few feet away when he yelled out "G-go awa-y. No one needs me here." I take a few steps closer, and the boy looks at me. He has beautiful brown eyes, and he looks so perfect.

I tried to get closer but he looked at me and said "Don't try to stop me." After having done that I ran. I tried to grab him, I really tried, his hand slipped mine, and he fell down the 15 foot drop. I was in dead shock, he cried out a sorry as he fell.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, and I saw him disappear into the black, dark waters. I didn't know what to do. I dialed 999 as fast as possible and said everything, as fast as I could try. They said they would be here soon.

But that wasn't good enough. I needed someone here now! I don't even know this boy but I could've saved him, I didn't make it in time. And instead I could've just watched this beautiful, young boy plumet to his death. And that's the most mental shit that has happened to me. I felt like throwing up. This can't being happening.

I look over the edge, and that's when a miraculous thing happened.