...now everything make sense, how I feel familiar about that little girl on my dream, it was me all this damn time and now I am freaking out.
She keeps on running wherever her feet takes her but she was so busy with her thoughts that she didn't see a person on his knee trying to tie up his shoes. Stumbling, she fell on the soaked ground, scratching her hands that is keeping her from hitting her head on the ground.
"Are you okay-"
"Yes, I'm so-"
"You?" they say at the same time.
All she can think of right now is to walk away but her ankle says the other way around.
"You strained your ankle, here, let me help you." he said, offering his hand.
"No need." she pretend like it didn't hurt but when she try to bring herself up, she slipped back down.
"You know what? whatever. You can be mad at me all you want, even though I don't even know the reason, but at least let me help you."
"..."
After he mumbled 'argh f uck it' he throw her on his shoulder and started to walk.
"Wha- what are you doing? are you outta your mind? people-"
"Do you even know what time it is? it's freaking 2 in the morning, no one is awake now."
and he just made himself sounds like a serial killer.
