Broken: Phan

The stranger

Short little filler

Dans P.O.V

I sobbed for what seemed like hours. It was so unfair. I never asked for any of this. WHY ME? WHAT DID I EVER DO? OR DOES THE UNIVERSE JUST HATE ME? My sobs grew louder and filled the air. I didn't care about the fact I was in public. No one important came here anyway. This old little bench was my sanctury. I wiped my cheeks trying to stop the tears but failing as the sadness took over again.

A strong warm hand on my arm snapped me out of it. I stopped crying and froze at the sudden touch of someone else.

"Please don't hurt me" I whispered my voice cracking. The hand moved and my reflexs cut in. I threw my hands over my face, blocking any hits to my face. The hand moved to my back,rubbing circles on my back. It was surprisingly soothing. Timidly I looked up and gasped. It was as if the boy from my drawing had come to life. The strangers black hair fell over his pale face contrasting his piercing ocean eyes. I clasped my hand over my mouth.

"I'm not going to hurt you I promise. You were crying and I wanted to see if you were okay." His voice was soft and suprisingly low.

"If by okay,you mean suicidal and depressed.." I muttered just a bit to loudly. He nodded knowingly and rolled up his sleeve. White scars marked his wrists and arms. A bracelet with a llama charm hung from his wrists. I didnt understand he had just met me and here he was showing me something personal.

"I understand how you feel" He leaned back on the bench.  The bracelet caught the light and it shone. He must of caught me staring as he removed the bracelet and handed it to me.

"Here. It helped me, maybe it can help you"

"Thank you." I placed the bracelet on my wrist and despite him being a stranger I pulled him in for a hug. We continued to talk as if we were life long friends. We exchanged numbers and I walked home with a smile on my face instead of a frown and with the bracelet on wrist.