Violent Delights [h.s]

Chapter 2

After a moment of thinking about it, the stranger finally shook my hand and spoke in a low raspy tone:

"Harry."

Harry. Such a beautiful name on such a beautiful body, but such a damaged person. Just like me. But unlike him, nothing was happening to me - I just happened to feel sad for no reason.

"I'm sad too, Harry, you know? I worked so hard to get the job I have and now I find myself counting the seconds till I can get home to drown myself in books of stories of the love I will never have. Stories of the love I don't believe in. There's no such thing as a soulmate, life is too hard and short to love someone unconditionally. Bullsh.it. It saddens me, you know? As days go by, I can't fill the emptiness inside me, and I don't even know what's causing it. I think it's even worse this way. If I could at least locate the sadness..." I couldn't help a tear from escaping my eye. "It would be easier for me to get over it. But I can't..." I said, avoiding looking at him at all costs. As I finished talking, I immediately regretted what I had said. I didn't want to have a breakdown right there, in front of someone who was about to end their life. I was there to help them, not make it even worse.

"I'm sorry for being selfish and telling you this, it's probably not helpin-"

"It's helping, Violet. You're helping me more than you think." He interrupted.

We both sat there staring at the horizon that was now being greeted with a breathtakingly beautiful sunset.

"I like to think that sunsets are sort of a trigger to a new beginning." He spoke. His previously nervous voice was now calm and slow. "As if the sun was giving you a second chance to change whatever you must change before rising again."

"I like to think of the sunset as a promise." I said hesitantly. Even though I had only met him, I had already told him how I felt about life, something I had never done before, and despite feeling like I could relate to him, I didn't want him to think I'm a pretentious person who gives too much thought into life.

"What kind of promise?" He asked, his green eyes staring into mine. It was almost uncomfortable to be under the watch of such a beautiful creature.

"A promise of tomorrow. A promise that the night is coming, but the sun will be rising again in a few hours. And that's sort of how I deal with my emotions. The night might be coming, but the sun promised me he would reappear, so I wait patiently for another beautiful sunrise."

"That's actually beautiful, Violet."

"Thank you." I said, relieved he didn't make fun of my thoughts. I had never had this type of conversation with anyone, and it felt like a weight was being lifted off of my shoulders.

After a silent while, Harry spoke.

"Do you want to leave?", reminding me we were still on the edge of the bridge, and a wrong movement could cause us to fall over and die.

"Sure" I replied immediately, glad that he was not intending to kill himself anymore, and that my attempt to help him had succeeded. For now.

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(A/n: I'm so sorry for this chapter being so short!! I'll update again today to make it up for this:) )