Perfect Devastation

Perfect Devastation

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 9, 2016
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"Don't walk away from me...please." I could barely talk with the lump in my throat. My eyes, bright red from crying. "You've given me no choice. I'm tired of being with someones who makes me feel alone," He replied with pain in his words. And it was in that doleful moment I realized that I have nothing left. Everyone was gone. A million thoughts ran through my mind, but only one stood out. The only one that played over and over, like a broken record, and that is, "What is so wrong with me, that everyone can leave so easily?" But my thoughts were cut off by the creek of the heavy, old door. "Goodbye, Emilie," he whispered faintly, as the door closed behind him, not giving me a chance to respond.
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She wanted to die. He wanted to live. ••• A hand grabbed onto my wrist, yanking me back just as the train rushed past, before I'd even had time to comprehend whether or not I'd carry out the action. I stumbled back into the person's chest, my heart jumping out as I swivelled around, startled to find myself staring into piercing dark brown eyes. "Were you going to jump?!" "No," I drawled out sarcastically, ignoring the intensity of his eyes as they bore into my own, "I just stand on the edge of train platforms at midnight because I feel like it." Seeing the stranger tense, I stepped away from the edge, feeling his hand let go of mine as I picked up my bag before moving to sit down on one of the platform benches. Letting out an evident sigh of relief, he sat down after tentative movements towards me, and I could feel his intense gaze raking across my features. His eyes never left me, I was sure of it, with every step both he and I had taken. "Are you okay?" He had asked warily, apparent apprehension in his deep voice while he spoke, "Do you want to talk about it?" "What's there to talk about?" I threw his question back at him, watching him study me for a few critical moments before his potent gaze switched to our surroundings. "I did just watch you nearly kill yourself; that might be a place to start?" ••• She didn't expect for a complete stranger to stop her milliseconds away from committing suicide. She didn't expect him to be so kindhearted and patient. He didn't expect to stop her from jumping in front of a train the first time they met. He didn't expect to find himself falling for the one girl he knew he shouldn't. [Word Count: 180,000 - 200,000]

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