We had met at a concert.
The roar of the crowd was momentous, everyone was screaming and cheering. Everyone was rowdy, and I guess they took it too far. Fans in band tee shirts ran up to the stage, a stampede of wild animals. And I wasn't fast enough to escape.
I was trampled, sneakers kicking my chest and my face and stepping on my hair. I felt my something warm and wet run down my face. My nose was bleeding. Tears were streaming down my face. I held my arms over my head, but it didn't help, and they were still coming.
Then a hand reached down towards me, "Grab on," a rough, masculine voice said. I grasped his hand, and he pulled me up, and held me in his arms. He pulled a cloth from his pocket and started wiping away the blood, tears and dirt that had collected on my face.
"Are you injured?" He asked me.
"No, I think I'm ok," I said, my voice shaky.
For the first time, I looked at him. I mean really looked at him, not just a quick, fleeting glance. He was tall, 6 feet, I guessed. His hair was brown and messy. Some of it fell into his light blue eyes. He wore a grey tee shirt, and faded blue jeans that were fraying at the bottom. He was, may i say it, hot!
He led me away from the crowd, towards the parking lot. I guess I should have stopped, but for some reason, I trusted him. I knew he wouldn't hurt me.
We sat together, in his car. "Water?" He offered.
I took a drink.
"I guess I haven't even told you my name, have I?"
I shook my head.
"I'm _______"
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A Handful Of Forever
RomanceIt was our time. Our time to shine, and shine we did. We were stars, few among many, but I guess we stood out. We lit up the night, we glowed brighter than anyone else. But it had to end, didn't it? Like day comes to end the night, it ended. B...
