-What's your name?
-Adam
-Adam, I'm Victoria
-Victoria, you're interrupting my imminent death
She moves her eyes quickly around the place hurrying to say
-Sorry
Briefly, he stares at her nodding his way back to stare ahead, but she doesn't move
-Why you still here?
-Oh! I've never seen anyone dying before
-Marvelous, I have public
-Sorry I mean..
-Just leave
Silence
He turned abruptly at her, but before he could even make a word to come out of his mouth, she shouted quietly:
-I don't want you to die...
-Why?
She didn't answer so he snorted
-I don't want a lecture about life so please - he took a second to look straight in her eyes - leave
-I might know how you feel...I don't know the reason for sure but, I might know how you feel.
He remained still
-Maybe you're bored and feel nothing anymore since you might think life is overrated. Maybe you're full of debts and got in trouble with powerful people. Maybe you have some terminal shit to which I'd say you'd die anyways so what's the point?
Maybe someone important to you hurt you or passed away, or maybe you feel like a looser who couldn't accomplish even the half of the things that you wanted before you hited whatever age you're now and now...
She took a deep breath
- You're trapped in this none sense meaningless existence
He stares at her
-Am I close?
-Not even a bit. But thank you for the monologue.
She sighed
-Regardless the reason - She came closer - to jump out would be a truly waste of beauty.
A pause, and a brief almost imperceptibly laugh
-What?
She sighs as she says
-Imagine crushing on the ground...
- Yeah, I don't really think bout that
-All this handsomeness ruined...
-Are you flirting with me?
-What a waste...
-Huh, seriously. You think this is the right time?
-Well when is it, when you're mashed up 12 floors down?
Blank eyes
-I've never dated anyone as good looking as you- she continued while ignoring his complete lack of interest- Would you drink something with me before you die?
She remained anxiously frozen for what it seemed an eternity; he, staring at her with those god- damn-bloody cold eyes.
-Is that a dove?
She briefly shivered
-Oh-ah- a what?
-On your head
-Ah-I.. - she forced to look at her forehead- Ah- I don't know, I can't see it
-...
-...
- O.O
- O.O
-K I'm going down
-What, wait! what? You're coming down? Why?
-Are you serious? You have a white pigeon on your head, that's a clear sign of God
She stared at him confused as he left the platform, the white dove her head, and with it, that afternoon's most quirkily-odd, inimaginable, threat; Adam's "imminent death"
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Teen FictionA girl accidentally meets a guy who was about to commit suicide.
