it's another lonely morning.
her eyes are red and puffy.
she's been crying.
the smell of coffee beans and anxiety fill the cafe.
she comes here often.
sometimes with friends.
sometimes with boys that offer her breakfast in exchange for the hours she gave them prior.
sometimes she comes alone.
like today.
she's sitting at the table next to me as i read.
she tucks her chin in the turtleneck she wears to hide the purple bruises that cover her skin.
an older man with yellow stained teeth and black tarred lungs taps her on the shoulder with a grin that read danger.
"hey pretty thing,
want me to give you a ride home?"
she shook her head and turned away from him.
"what? will your boyfriend get mad
at me or something?"
he grabbed her by the wrist and started to pull her from the seat.
"come on baby,
come on baby.
let's get out of here.
have some fun."
the more he urged, the more she struggled.
no one.
not a single person wanted to s a v e h e r.
not a single person would help.
"it does make me mad.
let her go."
somehow,
the words came flooding out of my mouth.
and somehow,
my hands held onto her shoulder.
and somehow,
the man left her alone.
"let me repay you."
"that won't be necessary"
"please, let me repay you."
she insisted,
her hands placed on my chest.
her big round eyes,
ready to succumb to routine.
YOU ARE READING
for her | bang chan.
Fanfic┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐ "it's easier falling in lust, than falling in love." └────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘ lowercase intended. ∘◦❦◦∘
