Guardian Angel

It was a cold Friday night in November.
I stood on a bridge.
Slowly and with shaking hands I climbed over the rail.
The wind pressed me against it and made my flesh creep.
My hands clasped the rail, were in danger to freeze and be like that forever.
The black river under my feet rushed loudly.
I closed my eyes.
I breathed in the cold air which smelled like snow.
The wind teared at my nightdress and at my hair, but it didn't manage to take away my bad thoughts.
I was calm.
I made my decision a while ago.
It's not that I wanted to die.
Life wasn't just the better option.
It'd betrayed me too many times.
Tears ran down my cheeks.
Though I was sure to end my life, fear was creeping in.
I took deep breaths.
All I had to do is lean forwards.
I was ready.
Everything would be alright.
Suddenly a deep voice interrupted my thoughts.
I could hear fear and despair in the words it shouted to me.
"No! Don't! Don't do it!"
I looked up.
A man with dark hair ran towards me.
In shock my finger let go of the rail.
I fell.
But a hand around my wrist stopped my journey down to the black water.
Strong arms pulled me up and over the rail.
I lied on the bridge while the man took off his coat.
I felt more insecure than ever.
I felt like the bridge couldn't carry me and every moment I would fall through the wood.
The man wrapped the coat around me.
It still carried the warmth of his body and smelled like him.
"What are you doing out here?", he asked me, like I'm a stupid little child.
I didn't answer him.
I just looked him in the eyes.
The most beautiful ones, I've ever seen.
He slightly nodded.
He understood.
"It's going to be alright."
He lift me up and carried me to a waiting cab.
As we sat at the back seat, his long fingers wiped away my tears.
But they couldn't manage to avoid the dark little dots, that appeared on his purple shirt from time to time.
The roar of the engine stopped.
The man carried me into his house.
He placed me on his bed and tucked me in, his dark coat still around me.
"Try to sleep. You'll see. Tomorrow the world will be a different place."
How many times I've also said that to myself.
I closed my eyes.
I drifted into sleep.
I stood on a bridge.
Slowly and with shaking hands I climbed over the rail.
The wind pressed me against it and made my flesh creep.
The black river under my feet rushed loudly.
I closed my eyes.
I breathed in the cold air which smelled like snow.
The wind teared at my nightdress and at my hair, but it didn't manage to take away my bad thoughts.
I leaned forwards and fell.
As I hit the water, I opened my eyes.
I looked into the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
The man they belong to took me in his arms and rocked me back and forth.
I dug my face into his chest and soaked in his smell.
Tears were streaming down my face.
"Sh! Sh! It was just a dream. It's alright. You're save here. It was just a dream.", he whispered.
I wasn't sure.
Was it just a dream?
Or was my mind tricking me?
It was a cold Friday night in November.
I lied in the arms of my guardian angel.
He had black hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen.
"It was just a dream.", he whispered again and again in my ear.
Was it just a dream?
I wasn't sure, cause there was one thing missing...
The long black coat.