closes her eyes shut as her body starts shaking again, rocked by violent tears.
Her hands are loosening from the railing.
Everything happens within a split second. I see her right hand slide off the rail and her body slowly start leaning forward. She's still holding onto the rail with her left hand, but I don't want to risk anything. I leap forward, wrapping my arms around her upper body, grasping her from behind, strongly grabbing into the pale flesh of her arms as I pull her back, pinning her against the rail. I quickly readjust my arms, and hook them under her armpits to lift her up.
She doesn't fight me, but lets out a yelp in pain as the rail violently pushes into her back. The sheer speed and force with which everything is happening causes me to lose my balance once I manage to pull her back to safety. I tumble and barely manage to soften my fall while still holding her in a tight grip.
We land with a thud on the hard ground. She turns around, burying her face in my chest as she breaks down into harrowing tears.
I’m officially fucked.
CHAPTER TWO
Meadow
I'm such a loser. I don't deserve to be alive. I don't want to be alive.
Where did this guy come from? How does he dare just barge in and pull me back into this life that I was trying so hard to leave behind.
I let go. I finally let go. It could all be over now if it wasn't for him. He still has his arms wrapped around me. He's strong, I can feel the weight of his hard muscles pressing against my small frame. He could crush me without much effort, but his embrace is surprisingly tender.
Still. It's his fault that I'm still here, faced with the horrid truth I tried to abandon. The truth about my failure, my biggest loss.
I'm not one to weep easily. The heavy cries escaping my body shock me all the more. I don't think I have ever wailed like this, not even at her funeral. Never.
The desperation of it all took over. The knowledge that I cannot bring myself to go back up there. This was my one and only chance to jump. I knew that before I came here. I knew I would have to be strong enough now - or forget about it forever and face the life that's been laid out for me.
But what kind of life is that? Alone. Guilty. A failure.
He’s still holding me in a tight embrace. I clench my fists, slowly lifting one of them as if I was pointing to the heavens. But instead of cursing the gods, I unleash my fury on him. I start punching him as hard as I can, but I'm sure the strokes hurt me more than they do him.
He doesn't even flinch as my small fists strike his buff arms again and again. Neither of us speaks a word, and eventually, my wailing starts to die down. I'm exhausted, so freaking exhausted. Sleep has been my enemy for weeks. I've fought it every night because I was scared to be confronted with those horrible dreams that have been haunting me for so long. I'd rather be awake and face the emptiness and sadness of my life than to experience the horrors that afflict me during sleep.
But his embrace seduces me. The warmth and affection in his touch have a soothing effect on me unlike anything else I’ve ever known. He doesn't stop my tears, but the violent cries ease and my breathing slows. I succumb to his tender touch, and gradually I’m sobbing quietly, no longer howling and gasping for air. Fatigue takes hold of me, and for the first time in weeks, I don't want to fight it. I want to sleep. I need to sleep. Right here, right now.
"Calmed down, have we?"
His deep, husky voice pulls me out of my impending slumber. He's still holding me, and we're lying on the ground in an awkward embrace. I suddenly realize that I don't know this man. He's still the creep who pulled me back onto the bridge after saying those disgusting things to me.
I struggle to get out of his arms and distance myself from him. He lets go of me immediately, and even pushes me aside, so that he can get up on his feet before I do.
I feel oddly naked without his arms
Her hands are loosening from the railing.
Everything happens within a split second. I see her right hand slide off the rail and her body slowly start leaning forward. She's still holding onto the rail with her left hand, but I don't want to risk anything. I leap forward, wrapping my arms around her upper body, grasping her from behind, strongly grabbing into the pale flesh of her arms as I pull her back, pinning her against the rail. I quickly readjust my arms, and hook them under her armpits to lift her up.
She doesn't fight me, but lets out a yelp in pain as the rail violently pushes into her back. The sheer speed and force with which everything is happening causes me to lose my balance once I manage to pull her back to safety. I tumble and barely manage to soften my fall while still holding her in a tight grip.
We land with a thud on the hard ground. She turns around, burying her face in my chest as she breaks down into harrowing tears.
I’m officially fucked.
CHAPTER TWO
Meadow
I'm such a loser. I don't deserve to be alive. I don't want to be alive.
Where did this guy come from? How does he dare just barge in and pull me back into this life that I was trying so hard to leave behind.
I let go. I finally let go. It could all be over now if it wasn't for him. He still has his arms wrapped around me. He's strong, I can feel the weight of his hard muscles pressing against my small frame. He could crush me without much effort, but his embrace is surprisingly tender.
Still. It's his fault that I'm still here, faced with the horrid truth I tried to abandon. The truth about my failure, my biggest loss.
I'm not one to weep easily. The heavy cries escaping my body shock me all the more. I don't think I have ever wailed like this, not even at her funeral. Never.
The desperation of it all took over. The knowledge that I cannot bring myself to go back up there. This was my one and only chance to jump. I knew that before I came here. I knew I would have to be strong enough now - or forget about it forever and face the life that's been laid out for me.
But what kind of life is that? Alone. Guilty. A failure.
He’s still holding me in a tight embrace. I clench my fists, slowly lifting one of them as if I was pointing to the heavens. But instead of cursing the gods, I unleash my fury on him. I start punching him as hard as I can, but I'm sure the strokes hurt me more than they do him.
He doesn't even flinch as my small fists strike his buff arms again and again. Neither of us speaks a word, and eventually, my wailing starts to die down. I'm exhausted, so freaking exhausted. Sleep has been my enemy for weeks. I've fought it every night because I was scared to be confronted with those horrible dreams that have been haunting me for so long. I'd rather be awake and face the emptiness and sadness of my life than to experience the horrors that afflict me during sleep.
But his embrace seduces me. The warmth and affection in his touch have a soothing effect on me unlike anything else I’ve ever known. He doesn't stop my tears, but the violent cries ease and my breathing slows. I succumb to his tender touch, and gradually I’m sobbing quietly, no longer howling and gasping for air. Fatigue takes hold of me, and for the first time in weeks, I don't want to fight it. I want to sleep. I need to sleep. Right here, right now.
"Calmed down, have we?"
His deep, husky voice pulls me out of my impending slumber. He's still holding me, and we're lying on the ground in an awkward embrace. I suddenly realize that I don't know this man. He's still the creep who pulled me back onto the bridge after saying those disgusting things to me.
I struggle to get out of his arms and distance myself from him. He lets go of me immediately, and even pushes me aside, so that he can get up on his feet before I do.
I feel oddly naked without his arms
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