"It's too cold..." I thought to myself, shivering as the cold winter air slapped my skin. I let my teary eyes wander up to the pale moon before taking a deep breath. I shut my eyes, the weight of my eyelids becoming too much before stepping forward off the bridge. I was finally going to be at peace. I was finally going to be happy but instead, I felt a tight grip on my wrist. My eyelids parted, gaze wandering up to the raven-haired man leaning over the edge of the thick red railing I had been standing on previously. His black nails dug into my slit wrist as he bit down on his lip, the challenge of having to lift my entire weight up by himself obviously putting pressure on him. 'What the fuck is wrong with you?' He screamed down at me, an angry redness spreading across his cheeks as he reached his other hand forward, beginning to pull me back up. I just let myself hang limp like a hung corpse as he miraculously pulled me up until he fell onto his back with me landing on top of him. I didn't say anything, only crawling back over to the ledge before feeling him grip the back of my shirt. 'Don't you fucking dare!' He shouted, getting to his feet and grabbing my shoulders. I kept a dead, lifeless face as he forcefully dragged me away, disregarding what I wanted. He wrapped his finger around my wrist tightly, feeling the crescent marks he had made in my skin before loosening his grip and running his thumb gently over the sores. 'I'm...I'm sorry for yelling...' He apologised.
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After a few minutes, he and I were walking up the driveway of some strange house. I didn't say a word to him. I just watched as he opened the door and led me inside before sitting me down on his couch. His home was oddly quiet, it seemed like he lived alone until I noticed a cat sitting behind his television but I said nothing of it. 'Tell me what's wrong.' He instructed, taking a seat beside me but far enough to not make me uncomfortable. I still didn't say anything. 'I'll get you a blanket and some hot chocolate, alright?' He spoke before getting back to his feet and stepping over to the television, switching it on before leaving the room. I tried my best not to pay attention to what was playing but the cartoonish imagery was too tempting and I found myself captivated by Courage The Cowardly Dog playing on the unnecessarily large screen. A few minutes later, the man waltzed back in with two mugs, a packet of marshmallows trapped between his teeth and a large blanket hung over his shoulder. He sat back down beside me, placing the two hot mugs down on the oak coffee table in front of us and taking the packet of marshmallows out from between his teeth, placing it between them. He then unfolded the blanket on his shoulder, wrapping it around me like a burrito before smiling. 'You're looking better already.' I immediately began to feel myself tear up at his comment. It had been so long since I had interacted with a living person and everything was flooding back so quickly. The memories of friends, enemies, lovers, family, it was all coming back. He just watched as I broke down beside him, my face scrunching up as tears pooled over my eyelashes and spilt down my cheeks. I felt his arm plant itself on my back, fingers curling around my shoulder as I finally let go. 'I-I'm (Y-Y/n)...' I stuttered, a ball of phlegm catching in my throat right after I introduced myself. 'I'm Ricky. I wish we could've met in better circumstances...' 'W-We wouldn't have...' I started, coughing loudly. 'Even if we did, I-I'd just bother you...' 'What makes you say that?' 'It's...' I sniffled, bringing my worn out sleeve over my palm and wiping away my tears before continuing. 'It's what everyone told before I got kicked out of my home. Now if I see people I know, it's just "awh, poor (Y/n)! Don't worry, you'll get back on your feet on no time!". People pity me but don't try and help...' I sighed, beginning to calm down. '...sorry for bothering you. I should probably go...' 'Are you sure? Do you have some place to stay?' 'No but it's alright. I can-' 'If you don't have anywhere to go, you can stay here. I don't mind and I don't want you to do anything stupid.' He offered, reaching forward for his mug and bringing it to his pierced lips. 'I can't, I really don't want to be an inconvenience to you...especially after the really nice burrito blanket you wrapped me in.' 'You wouldn't be an inconvenience. I'll get on my knees and beg if I have to.' He insisted, pouting adorably whilst flashing teary puppy eyes at me. 'But why?' 'I want to know that you'll be okay. You almost died and now I just...I feel like it's my job to protect you.' He answered honestly, placing the mug back down on the table and looking back over at me. 'Whatever you want, I'll do whatever I can to ensure your happiness.'
