Just Like the Night

The cool night air against her pale skin somehow soothed the brunette as she stood on the rooftop of her apartment complex, looking out into the cityscape.

     It's beautiful, she admitted to herself.

     The beauty of the night seemed to taunt her, reminding her of all the great things she would never be able to experience if she went through with her plan.

     How did you end up here Abby? What went wrong? She asked herself.

     The truth was, everything went wrong. Somewhere along the way, everyone seemed to abandon her, no longer caring about her well being. Because of everyone's loss of interest in her, she somewhere along the way lost interest in herself. No longer caring about herself and no longer trying to maintain or start new relationships with people that she knew would never last.

     Maybe I'm just not good enough. Maybe that's why no one is ever there. I mean I don't even care anymore. Why do I expect anyone else to? She wondered.

     She thought back on her life. Beginning with her younger and happier self. The one she can't remember but has been frequently reminded of by her mother. Back then she had no worries except whether she would wear her blue or black bow to school. Oh how she wishes she could just go back to those days. Oh how she wishes everything could be different.

     She was so caught up in her memories filled with Euphoria, that when she continued down the timeline that was her life and got to more recent times, it hurt her more than she's been hurting for all these months. The pain has been endless but she has the power to end it. She's now in control of the pain, maybe that's all she's wanted. Maybe that's all she needed.

     Abby thought of her mom and her baby brother leaving her all alone in Seoul to go back to the states to check on her grandparents. She thought about how they decided to stay. She thought about her friends all getting too caught up in their own busy lives and their new boyfriends to worry about her. She thought about how much it all hurt, and eventually she was on her knees, holding her hands to her chest and sobbing. She knew no one would care to come check on her, no one has in a while. That's why it was so surprising when the door to the roof opened and revealed a platinum blonde haired man.

     He ran up to her, dropping to his knees and holding her in his arms. His embrace was meant to be warm and comforting but he was just as cold as she was. Abby could feel the same pain radiating off of him that had built up inside of her.

     "Are you okay? Never mind that was a stupid question you are obviously not okay. Don't you just hate that question? That question is such bullshit. God I don't know how to comfort you right now. I haven't been able to comfort myself for a while now," the man rambled.

     Abby attempted to silence her cries but failed. She continued to sob loudly, occasionally screaming as if the whole world was at fault for her pain. Maybe the world was at fault, dealing her such a bad hand of cards in an unfair game she could never win. She gripped onto the mans maroon T-shirt and buried her face in his chest. He didn't complain. He didn't even move. He just sat there silently, not daring to move and disturb the crying girl. He wrapped his arms around her thin frame and rested his chin on her head. As he felt the shaking of her body slow, he began to hum a song that wasn't soft but instead  filled with grief and love.

I said, grasping my crushed shoulder
I really can't do any more
Every time I wanted to give up
By my side you said
Bastard you can really do it
Yeah, yeah I remember back then
When I was fed up and lost
Back then when I fell into a pit of despair
Even when I pushed you away
Even when I resented meeting you
You were firmly by my side