3 Will It Be Better?

"Let's only walk on flower trails

I can't say that

Let's only see good things

I can't say that either

Saying that there will only be good things from now on

Saying that you won't get hurt

I can't say that I can't lie like that..."

- BTS , "2! 3!"

The time feels like it went into slow motion as I plunge towards the darkness, but I feel the hard hold on my wrist as my feet dangle towards nothingness. I looked up seeing the beautiful pesky punk in lilac-colored hair. I can feel his hands gripping my arm struggling to pull me up.

My left shoulder feels like it is being ripped into pieces as the gravity fights to pull me down.

"Just let me go!!!" I shouted at him while the wind blew the words away. I do not know if he heard me while I struggle to have him let go of my arm. His seemingly thin frame pulling me up single-handedly. " I want to die... please".

For some reason, tears welled up from my eyes because for the first time - I heard those words out loud from myself. It sounded sad, hopeless and it felt final that I began crying and struggling to let him pulled me up.

Once I reached the handlebar of the bridge I pulled myself up and my knees gave way when my feet touched the stable concrete. This time, I was already bawling my eyes out. I might have looked like a monstrosity with my disheveled hair and tear-streaked face and snot everywhere beside this creature.

The lilac-colored-haired guy sat quietly beside me as I shrivel and curl myself into a tight ball. What have I done? Different kinds of feelings welled up on me that continue to pour out producing bitter salty tears - shame - anger - pain.

Maybe it took me 5 minutes or maybe an eternity to calm down. I am still lost and my mind scrambled like an omelet. I don't know anymore which is the egg yolk and which is the egg white. I just know that it is the same egg.

I lifted my head and my heart skipped a little bit when I see this person still there beside me. He does not look at all like a normal human being. The person just glows and just shiny to behold even if his face was drenched in sweat - but he just sparkles.

I stared at him for a long time which I do not usually do because I am usually afraid to stare at people. I am usually afraid because they might stare back at me and see me for what I am - just trash. A burden. A leftover. A nothing. He was also looking at me like he wants to ask something but decided to just leave it alone.

"Hey what are you doing there?"

" Looks like we have to pick up more vagrants tonight" I heard the other one said.

Two men in police uniforms strode towards us menacingly as they shouted at us. The guy and I quickly stood up from surprise and he grabbed my hand. I could feel his warm hand grasp my cold one and pulled me to him.

We ran. I do not know why but we did. Like the wind. Like a hoard of vampires were chasing instead of the 2 cops. We ran as if our lives are in danger - well it might really be but for the first time in forever, I felt alive.