Heartless

One night

He had been named heartless by another magazine and newspaper today. It was true he supposed. He never really did show many emotions.

He was more of a doer.

Yet he information made something in his chest constrict at the title and he remembered a time when they were being screamed to him by someone he loved.

Someone he still loved.

He walked up to the top on the yacht where the party was in full swing. He knew what he had to do. He had to find someone beautiful, not even bother remembering her name and having a good time. He would then spend the night with her and leave the next morning without even saying a word while she slept. That was how he had been doing it for quite some time.

He didn't have many friends left. The ones he did have were there due to mutual benefit. They didn't really care about him as long as he gave them what they wanted and he didn't care what happened to them as long as they did what he wanted them to do.

He ran a hand through his dark hair and walked along the railing. The wind from the river played softly with his hair and messed it up. The other hand was holding a drink from which he kept of taking small sips. He was never one to get drunk. He liked drinking but never getting drunk.

His eyes were dimmed and empty. He mostly had no emotion in them. His unruffled clothes were impeccable and he looked perfectly regal. His posture sure and tall. No one who saw him now would know how broken he actually was.

He smiled at the thought. People said he was invincible and unreachable. He was cruel and emotionless. He had no mercy and no love or joy. This much was true he supposed. He had no reason be happy. He had indeed lost every reason to be happy.

That was when he saw something very unusual and after a long time he was very intrigued.

A female of about twenty-six walked to the back of the boat next to the railing. She had red hair and shining grey eyes. Her eyes, he realized were not shining with happiness or life but tears. This much was normal, many girls lost a lot in parties like this. Their virginity, their self-respect, their boyfriends and sometimes they lost themselves.

She was slim and tall and he eyed her appreciatively. He was after all a male.

She was the embodiment of sorrow and pain and she was beautiful.

He watched her walk to the railing. Where he was standing he could see her but was not visible to her. Maybe that was why she stood there so carelessly. On this yacht where no one could afford to look weak, she looked weak and broken.

He didn't move from his place, instead choosing to watch the woman who now was climbing over the railings. He was not sure of what she was doing but then she sat on the railing and he knew. She was going to jump.

To his surprise, he felt himself moving from his place towards her, his unoccupied hand reaching for her.

He caught her shoulder just before she could jump and pulled her back.

He held her in a way that her back was to his front, so that she wouldn't see him. She was still sat on the railing but now his left arm was around her while the right one offered her his remaining drink which wasn't left much.

"Let's not do something rash." He whispered in her ear and felt the shivers that went down her body. She took the drink from his hand and drowned it in one go. He let his right arms snake around her waist too. She didn't protest.

"Can't a person even try to die in peace?" She whispered back. She said the words jokingly but he heard the pain laced in them clear as day.

"The world won't let you do anything in peace ma chère. If you want to die in peace, do it in a place where there isn't a party going on." Still he didn't retract his arms from her.

"Thanks anyway. Do I get the honors of knowing the name of my savior?" She asked him and he chuckled. He was highly amused by this female, though he had no intention of revealing his identity to her as her savior. He hadn't even known what he was doing when he did what he did.

"Not tonight." He told her though he had no intention of ever letting her know.

"I suppose that's fair enough." She admitted. "You have the right to remain anonymous."

He nodded. He tried to retract his hands from her but her own hands raised up to his own and griped his wrists.

"I'm sorry, I. Um can you just stay like this for a moment. This is comforting." She told him and he was stunned for a moment. Him being comforting? What was the world coming to?

Yet he found himself nodding to her request and he stood there with her for a quiet moment.

"You know, you're really warm." She told him and he wanted to laugh. She was again telling him something that was in contrast to his image. He was considered to be cold not warm. Not comforting.

He just chuckled and they sat in silence like that for a few moments. She observed that his chest was firm and warm behind her and she felt a strange comforting and safe feeling from being near him. As much as it was strange, she liked this feeling.

Suddenly his phone rang in his pocket.

"Ma chère, I'm going to have to answer that." He told her.

"oh yeah." She flushed and he whispered in her ear. "Don't turn around until I leave. Can you promise me this in return?" He asked her. Not ordered. Asked.

"Yes." Her answer was slightly breathless but he didn't pay much attention.

He gently retracted his arms from around her, allowing her to balance herself on the railing. She wasn't really drunk, he realized as the balanced herself perfectly.

"Au revoir ma chère." He told her before turning around and leaving.

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