You sit with your back against a beat up brick wall , head tucked into a book as always. You're getting to the best part of your book when you are kicked back into reality. A young man appearing only a few years older than you, trips over your legs trying to catch a football and tumbles onto the sidewalk. After laughing, you realize he has a serious head injury. You yell at his friends, who are about a block away, to call 911. While giving orders, you are surprised when the young man lying on the ground whispers your name. You look down at him with a questioning look but he only replies with, "(Y/N)." You look at him shocked when all of the sudden you are kissed by the man bleeding on the curb. Utterly shocked you jump up and run to get the football he was chasing. "Did you trip over me for a kiss, the football, or your head injury? Seriously!" You storm off too mad to even answer.
Eventually the ambulance arrives and he's taken to the hospital. You decide to wait while the bandage his head since it's the "polite" thing to do I mean he did kiss you and you don't think it was horrible...
While walking to work a couple days later, a man screams your name from across the street. "Oh fantastic! You? Again?" You yell back.
"Of course! Who else owes you so much gratitude?" He says with a smirk as he runs across the street to greet you.
You roll your eyes and sigh.
"Hey can I at least take you to dinner because you didn't let me bleed out on the street?" He asks. After considering his offer you accept but explain that you must get to work.
That night he takes you to your favorite diner. Everything starts a bit awkward but you loosen up after you realize that he did kiss you so he obviously liked you.
"So one question, how do you know my name?" You ask.
"Well I'd seem your barista name tag before and I thought to myself, wow what a beautiful girl." You blush. "Last drink of the night, so cheers to being alive."
As you're leaving the restaurant you glance behind you to see him following you. You grin and giggle silently to yourself. You're about to thank him again when you hear a gun shot. He's on the ground, the same curb where you had met. You can't see the gunman because of your teary eyes. You're about to give up completely when you hear the guy who you decided you loved say, "Guess you can't save me twice, Princess." You grin but it's only followed by tears and screams when you realize it's over. He's gone forever without a goodbye.
