All I hear is joy and cheer among the people around me. The fireworks light up the dim night, making the atmosphere feel calming to others. There are stalls that attract children and shows that break the silence of the event. These seem fun, correct?
But all have something in common; these are all distractions. It distracts humans from their problems, even if it just lasts for a couple of hours. It removes any negativity in everyone's soul.
Everyone's except mine.
This hatred feeling, with a hint of betrayal, created small amounts of liquid, coming out my eyes. My heart, feeling as though a million daggers stab it at the same time, felt numb and empty. Mixed feelings encase my head, trying to decide on what I should do now.
I walk towards the bridge near the entrance. Most of the people are down below in the festival; the noise being inaudible through my ears, as something is telling me to give up.
Jump, they say.
I climb towards the edge, taking one last look at the people smiling below. I finally let go.
After a few seconds, I felt something grab me. Someone pulled me back to the real world.
I fell to my butt, tears still flowing down my face.
For a while now, all I heard was silence.
I couldn't even hear my own heartbeat, even though I feel it trying to escape my chest.
Then one sound grasped my attention, the noise, and my thoughts.
"Stupid"
His deep voice shot me like a bullet, fast and sharp. I finally looked up. Standing in front of me is a boy, with black hair covering half of his forehead. His glasses, thin yet noticeable, reflected the stars in the deep blue sky. He was wearing a white shirt, covered by a thin grey jacket. His pants, loose but suited him at the same time. He carried a bouquet of roses in his left hand, his right still holding on to mine. I stared at him for a while, his face showing a shocked yet angry expression. His hot breaths created small amounts of smoke, his grip getting stronger and stronger as I look at him with a shocked yet flustered face. After a few seconds he finally lets go of my hand, still making the same expression. The fireworks go off in the distance, people below clap as they watch the last of the fireworks disperse in the air. His mouth finally opens, creating a clear sound.
"What do you think you're doing?"
YOU ARE READING
Moonlight
Romance"What do you think you're doing?" A story about a girl who doesn't know her place in life, and a boy who doesn't know what to do in life. Two meet one night, become friends the next day. What will happen when one gives up on the other?
