European Event

One

Days... it's been days since I've eaten or drank anything. Former Spain was never this bare but now there's nothing. This is torture, when will it end? Can't I just curl up and die already? Well, you can't complain about not dying if your too much of a pussy to do it yourself. Fortunately, though, it seems my journey is coming to an end. It's so hard to breathe. Why am I crying? I wanted this right, so why? I'm dizzy, I can't walk anymore. I'd drink my tears but they're too salty. I need help... please someone, anyone, please... I can't keep my eyes open, please. I-I don't want to die if there is a god, please...

On my back now I start to notice different things every time I blink. The sun, blink, the sky, blink, the clouds, blink, a person, blink... wait a person? Oh God yes, yes a person.

"Are you ok?"

'No I'm not please oh please help me'... is what I wanted to say, but instead, all that uttered from my cracking lips was a whimper. Everything went dark. Is this death? Please no, please...

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I awake, gasp, and jolt up. I'm... alive? Oh thank God, I'm ok. I scan my surroundings, I'm in a tent I think? And there's... a person? No wait, they're familiar.

"Hey calm down, your ok now I'm here to help. I'm Daniel Kessinger, but you can call me Danny. Do you have a name?"

Danny? That's nice... He's nice.

"I-I *painful cough* a--", he interupts me.

"Whoa that coughs nasty, here", he hands me a glass of water and a couple buiscuts, I gladly indulge, "Better?"

"Y-yes, thank you"

"Of course, your a guest"

I smile a bit. Something about him makes me feel so... comfortable. What is this feeling of happy all of a sudden?

"Now, about your name..."

"Oh yes s-sorry. Jayden, Jayden Monté"

"Nice to meet you. Now here's your bag, rest for now, and then tomorrow I'll give you a tour"

"Oh ok, thank you"

"No problem, g'night"

"Night"

He leaves. I'm alone again... I want him to stay. Do I like him? I mean why else would want him to stay so badly? I don't know I'm just so tired...

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