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It was at the lowest point in her life that she discovered, even the worst the things can be the best things that happen to you. So close to ending it all Leslie is saved by a stranger. Someone that accepts and understands her better than the people she thought she loved, but can she let go of the illusion of love that she made for herself? Or can she let the wall down and accept the love she really deserves...2
Romance / Women's fiction
Tree (United States)
"I need to tell you something..."
"We're together, like we love each other..."
It was at that moment that I broke. Things started making sense, all the dots connected, and I was fool. The blind naïve little girl that thought one day she'd get her knight and shining armor. All I got was the truth. The cold ugly truth. So I thought, maybe it was time for me to go. Maybe that was my purpose in life... ending my own. I looked down contemplating life. All I wanted in the world was for someone to love me. That's it, but you can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you just might find that you get what you need. I sing it stupidly in my head.
As the cool railing touched my skin my body spread with goosebumps. I looked over the railing, cars buzzing through the streets. The few people walking resembled ants. I sighed as I looked into the sky.
"What is my purpose in life?" I whispered into the sky.
Waiting for its reply. Waiting for something anything, lightning, thunder something, but nothing.
"FUCK!" I scream at the top of my lungs, breaking into a sob.
I was lost. I was confused and scared. My life was so clear until a couple of hours ago. I wasn't a whiner, I believed everything happens for a reason. I just couldn't figure this one out.
"Excuse me?" A voice startling me from behind caused me to jerk forward falling off the railing. A scream escaped my mouth as strong hands grabbed mine.
"It's okay. I got you." I looked up to meet the darkest brown eyes I'd ever seen they were almost black. His eyes laced with concern.
"Pull yourself up." He said his voice bringing me back to reality.
I looked down pass my dangling feet, onto the ground. I could just let go it'll all be over. I closed my eyes as I tried to shake my hands from his.
"No." His voice strained as he fought against my struggles.
"Please. Just let me go. I'll be better off..." I trail off closing my eyes as a tear cascades down my cheek. Suddenly a hard force yanks my whole body over the railing, causing me to fall on top of him.
"What the hell is your problem!" I pound his chest as I get off of him.
"What the hell is your problem?" He retorts as he expertly blocks the railing from me.
"Fuck you. You don't know anything." I say defensively. "Out of all things I can't even kill myself correctly... I'm such a fucking waste of space."
"Nobodies a waste of space..." he whispers.
I look at him a sad smile spreads along my lips. This was stupid.
"This was stupid." I say out loud. "If it counts I'm glad you came along when you did. This was stupid. Man, this was really... oh my God I was going to..."
The reality kicked in at what I tried to do. I almost killed myself. What the fuck Leslie? Over him. Over this. This was stupid.
"I'm so sorry." I say to the stranger. "Thank you for saving my life... I guess."
"I mean I did kind of scare you so... sorry about that. It was kind of my fault, but I- I would feel much better dropping you off where ever you live so I know I won't see you on the news on the morning..." he says rambling as he runs the back of his neck nervously.
"I mean you could be a psycho killing manic, but sure. Why the hell not? It's the least I can do."
We both turn to the roof top door as we descend onto the safety of the building. We walk down the stairs until we get to my floor. Going through the hall I stop against my door taking my key from under my mat.
"This is me." I put the key through the doorknob, unlocking it.
"Well it was nice saving your life after I risked it, sorry about that." He says enticing a chuckle from me.
"Goodnight. Thanks again." I say as he nods.
"Goodnight." He says as I close my door.
I drop onto my couch throwing my shoes off. I stare at the ceiling as I begin to break down. My life was spiraling out of control, and I didn't know how to handle it.
"I'll get through it. I'll get through it." I chant to myself.
I am strong. I am strong. Stronger than I believe myself to actually be. I'll survive.
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