short stories

Chapter 8-Pay attention

DISCLAIMER; i'm a free girl who can imagine whatever she wants. It is almost 1am so yea.
Trigger Warning ig

He was standing there, she was looking away. He tried to go up to her but her friends started laughing, pointed at him. His hazel eyes were filled with emptyness. That was his last stop, forever. He turned around, what he didn't know: she did too. She watched him leave the room. The music was loud, the people were dancing, screaming, making out. Drunk.
He leaves.
Out in the streets, he looks for a sign, any sign. A sign to stop him. He turns around and there she was: the darkness. The weak street lights were swallowed by the night. There was music coming from the club but as he continued walking it became more and more silent until it was gone. And with that, there was silence. No people talking, no cars driving, no animals fighting over leftovers. Just silence.
Silence is the most hated and loved thing in the world. We want it, silence, but if it is too silent we feel alone. Alone with our thoughts. The last thing he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts, he wanted to be alone with her. He looked around but there was nobody, not a single human soul. He went to the park. On his way, he watched the streets. He studied their form, their imperfections. That's the first time he can really see the streets. Usually, there are cars and people everywhere but right now, it was only him.
The park was empty. He went to the bench at the river. He crossed small bridge, watching leaves falling down the trees he walked a few steps and sat down on the last bench. That bench was special because that was the place he talked to her the last time, he saw her smile the last time, he kissed her the last time, he was happy the last time. Everything changed and he doesn't even know why. She was gone the whole summer. He saw her in school the first time after weeks and weeks of worrying. He tried talking to her but there she was: being friends with the popular people who used to bully her, looking completely different then before. Their eyes met and the time freeze. They stared at each other, not moving. The moment was interrupted by her friends. They made fun of him. He never understood why.
He was a goofy and smart boy: dark brown fluffy hair, dreamy hazel eyes, 5'9. He never did anything to those bullies, ever. He even just knows one of them, a girl. She bullied him since they started high school, he never knew why. All he knew is that the girl he loved was friends with them. But he lied. He said he loved her but he never stopped loving her. His only friend, his first love, left him. No reason, no message; she was just gone.
He sat on the bench, his eyes getting heavier. He looked at the moon. He thought: "Why? Why me? Why didn't she at least give me a reason? What had happened?" He couldn't do it anymore. He leaned over his legs, put this elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. He closed his eyes and, once again, burried his pain deep inside of him. He pulled a bottle of pills out. He looked at this orange little thing in his hand. In it: his death. He looked up a bit and saw the water. It stood almost still, almost. He stood up, his eyes locked, and walked to the water. Hd looked up again and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and looked down again. He saw his reflection, then the reflection of the moon and the stars and then the reflection of her. He turned around: it was her. He didn't say anything, she looked at him, she looked into his eyes. She noticed the pill bottle, her eyes drifted down to his hand. She looked back up, a tear was running over her face.
She knew.
He took a deep breath. She stood there, shocked and scared. Another tear was rolling down her face and another one and another one and another one.
He wanted to be better than her, he wanted to say, at least, something. Before he could, she was already hugging him. Her straight, long, light brown hair smelled like flowers. She was hugging him tighter and tighter but she never stopped crying. She realized what she did, what she did to him. She knew she was wrong but never got the courage to stand up for herself and defend him.
He dropped the bottle. It wasn't too late... right? She hugged him tighter. He slowly wrapped his arms around her. Both sunk the ground. He held her in his arms while she was crying. Who let it come so far?
After what felt like an eternity, she stopped crying. They just sat there on the ground, the grass was tingling their legs, he still held her. All this time, he stood silent. He just let her calm down and even now he didn't say a word. She slowly lifted her head off of his chest and looked up. She couldn't remember when she looked at his eyes from that distance. His beautiful dreamy eyes. He looked down to her, the moon's reflection was giving her eyes life again. He never saw more gorgeous eyes in his life.
A tear, rolling down her face. He slowly moved his hand to her face, wiped the tear away and held her face.
Pure perfection right in front of him.
The time stopped.
She unlocked her arms from his back, placed her hands on his face.
His hand slided to her chin and gently pulled her face closer to his until their lips locked.
After that, both looked deep into the other's eyes and smiled. They moved around so they both would face the river. She sat in front of him, his arms wrapped around her, while she was cuddled up to him. He rested his head on hers and both watched the river.