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5

She runs tiringly, at every corner, at every places she remembers going. She knows she left her camera nearby.

Sweating furiously as she runs to the place she last went to. The bus shed. She quickly tried finding the bus shed from her blur memory. The only thing she remembers about that shed was the big carnation flower graffiti on the wall under the overpass bridge.

She stops for a moment, looking left and right to find the right path that could lead her to her precious camera.

She can't lose them. She can't.

Asking the people passing by to the direction of the graffiti, one person finally knew what she was talking about. The stranger gave her the direction, she bowed in return, thanking the stranger.

She waste no seconds when she ran as fast as she could hoping to find her camera still sitting on that bench.

After much running, sweats escaping from her body as if there has been a storm. She deeply catches her breathe as she saw the bus shed she was looking for, not too far from where she was crouching down as she panted hard.

Not realising that there is a traffic light in use. She crossed the road, with only her camera in mind.

The car horns loudly, trying to stop its acceleration with its break. She felt someone hold her arm and with so much force, snatches her body away from the incoming car that could've knocked her into unconsciousness and pool of blood.

It happened way too fast that she couldn't registered it in her brain.

Her form was tightly hugged by someone who just saved her. In a blur and frozen moment to what just happened, she stood there, not even blinking, blood rushing in every direction in her veins. Shock and fear in her face. Memories and faces started apprearing before her eyes just like a panorama of events. As if her heart stops beating.

"What are you doing?" She faintly heard a voice. She cannot seem to hear her surrounding.

"Hey!" Her body was shaken with strength causing her to finally connect to the reality.

"H-huh?" Still in shocked, she managed to utters. Her vision was stuck on the person's chest.

"Why were you crossing the road carelessly?" That voice again. That voice sounds familiar.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" He said once again.

Kill herself?

Why would she?

She blinks, one to two times in a second, raising her head to see the person talking to her. The person who saved her.

Much to her surprise. It was the guy from the early morning. They guy who sat across her at the café. The guy who has a bright and beautiful smile.

"I-i...don't..." she trails off. Remembering what she came back for.

"My camera...I need to find it" She said softly almost a whisper. Ready to make a run again when her arm was tightly gripped preventing her to go.

"You're not going anywhere. You were nearly killed and you're going as if nothing happened?" He stated with an upset tone.

Why was he upset?

- - -

One thing he hates the most is when a person thinks their life is joke and useless. When they think death is the solution. He hates it. He hates how people don't give importance to the life given to them. He hates how they can easily end it. He hates it when they would easily give up because of problems and hindrances. Every person goes through difficulties and every life is worth living no matter how difficult life gets.

Some people might disagree with him but that what he believes in. He believes that every single person has an important role in this world, that no matter how hard it is, they will go through it. They will finish it.

He looks at the girl in front of him, annoyed and upset could be visibly seen on his face.

He heard her mutters under her breaths, he couldn't quite decipher what it was.

"...camera..." was the only word he could managed to hear. He looked at the camera in his hand then to the girl in front.

"Are you looking for this?" Voice now much more soft and calm as he held up the camera he was holding.

Her eyes travels to the direction of his arm, seeing the camera in his hold, tears began filling up her eyes.

He was shocked to see her reaction. He watches as her tears fell slowly to her cheeks.

He was taken aback.

"...T-thank you. Thank you." Tear flowing down her cheeks, nose reddening. He was confused.

Why was she crying so hard over a camera as if her life depended on it?

Why does she still looks beautiful despite her being a crying mess?

What was happening to him?

He has a girlfriend, at least he did a few weeks ago.

But why does his heart started feeling this familiar beats that he once felt with his girlfriend?

What is this concern and worried feelings towards the crying girl infront of him?

The next moment caught him off guard on the spot.

She hug him.

Tightly.

As if not wanting to let go.