The Saving

Chapter 2

Austin. I couldn't believe he would do such a thing. It was so unlike him.

Austin. Austin Hemings. THAT Austin? It can't be.

Austin Austin Austin. I chanted in my head as I ran.

His eyes that had previously been closed riped wide open as he stumbled. I let out a little scream as I held out an arm too far away to be able to do anything.

"You almost made me fall, stupid!" He yelled as he balanced himself.

My sudden halt from my run almost made me trip.

Say what? "Isn't falling what you were trying to do?" I yelled back and then put a hand over my mouth. He just tried to kill himself, I shouldn't be saying this.

"Yeah, prepared! I wasn't planning on dying with your voice being the last one I heard!" He exclaimed.

Son of a bitch. I tried to respond back but no words came to me.

"What are you trying to do?" He asked.

I must of looked like a gaping fish. I still didn't know how to respond.

"I-I....I was trying to enjoy the sunset but you were making it kind of depressing!" There. I was being mean back, which was unlike myself.

"After I fell you could have continued to enjoy it!"

This is officially the most bizarre conversation ever.

I huffed. "Yeah, a floating body wouldn't have made it any better, Hemings."

"What was that?" He asked. "How do you - " He stopped himself and gave a huge sigh, running a hand through his sandy hair. He muttered something under his breath and jumped over the railing.

He was coming to me. His famous blue eyes looked straight at me in annoyance and curiosity.

He continued to hold my gaze until he was close enough to where I could reach out a hand and touch him.

Then he did exactly that. Except he was the one who reached out and  his hand made contact with my wrist and I was about to pull it away when he griped it and yanked me to get me walking.

"Where are you - ?" He rapidly turned around and lead me in front of a green bench before I could finish.

"Sit." He commanded.