. It was a comforting silence sitting with him no one to bother us at that moment . Then.. My phone rang.
I clicked accept and answered.
DANS POINT OF VIEW
She answered the call. She answered and I looked in my pockets to find anything that I could write on. A sticky note, Yes! Written on it was Eggs, toilet paper, and laundry detergent.. Must be an old grocery list. I quickly wrote my number down. I didn't usually do this. It was weird and I hesitated writing
I look up to see her in tears. "I'll help, I'll be there as soon as I can." She said sobbing, what's going on? She hung up wiping her tears away. "A dear friend of mine was last seen leaving a bar with some guy and they want me to be apart if the search party.." "Oh here" I said handing my number over to her and at that moment I saw it... Her scars.
Your point of view
I took his number and put it in my purse. "I'll call you." I said with a smile. He grabbed my shoulders pulling me in. He went to whisper. "Life creates enough scars, please don't manufacture your own." His voice filled with concern and fear. "I'll try not to..." I slightly tugged away from him "I do have to go, I'll text you when I can." "Okay... Bye" I waved and left...
But as I reached the end of the bridge I turned to see dan turning around too. I smiled even though he couldn't see me and he put two fingers up to his forehead and did this weird-ish goodbye movement.
YOU ARE READING
Life is Like a Song
AdventureThis is a story about what's behind the curtain. You learn what goes on behind the camera, you find their flaws, their thoughts Their darkest fears. It's a journey of Dan, Phil, you, and depression. Stay and listen to their song.
