Startled, I woke up from the realistic dream with beads of sweats trickling down my face, and started crying.
Several question goes through my mind as I start crying. Why am I crying? What makes him suicide? Why am I so sad? What has happen that makes him so devastated? And most importantly, WHO IS HE?
I try to push all the question to the back of my head but fails to do so, the part when he jumps just keep on repeating in my mind so, I eventually gives up and just try to start my day early.
I went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and sit on the couch waiting for the sun to rise while reading to make the time goes faster.
It's 6.58 a.m, realising I should start my day, I finish my coffee and prepare my hot tub to ease my troubled mind and enjoy myself for a while.
After the bath, I checked the fridge hoping to cook a good meal for myself only to realize that its only filled with vegetable and out of meat. Craving for meat, I grab my keys and purse to treat myself to some delicacy outdoors.
It was after I got out of my apartment that I met him. He's moving. Into the room opposite of me, and he's standing there, right in front of me. Then, our eyes locked for a few seconds and trying to break the tension, I said hi only to be met with blank, cold stares. Trying to hide away my embarrassment, I smile and quickly left the place and walk to the basement garage.
YOU ARE READING
that night.
Teen FictionHe's just right in front of me, and yet I couldn't save him. This is my first time writing so pardon me for any mistakes and please help me point out my grammar mistakes! Thank you! I hope you'll enjoy it. *sorry for my weird style of writing the st...
