The breath I just let got fogy in the air, while the snow was falling lightly on my hair, and making it look like the blossom flowers were on my head in middle of winter. I was standing there, in the cold night, were just the lighting’s could bee recognized in this dark night, but still the shiny starts and the full Moon were shiny for the love and peace in this world.

I was there.Standing.Alone.No one could see me, I was ready to jump. I was ready to go from this world.I was just ready, and no one could ever make me not to jump, but still I was afraid of the moon. I was afraid that might it won’t love me anymore as I love him.Slowly I took a step forward, and I looked at the river.It was covered in moon light, slowly flowing its beauty, green with tad of blue waterfalls. It wasn’t so deep for others, but for me it was just a losing thing, where I can go, and jump in it.


The water is deep, but I ask myself, do the people know how deep with feeling really is?. My feet were rocking under the stones of the bridge, while my hands were firmly stiffness, my heart beating fast as it would immediately fall in the river with me, while my knees were shaking from my fear of highness, and my throat and mouth were dried and my eyes were dead as my feeling inside.I spread my arms, and took a deep, and relaxing breath before the jump.I opened my right eye, just to see the beauty one more time, and to remember this time, and life.My long, red scarf that I got from my mother on hospice was flown away, in the dark night.I turned my head to see where my scarf went to, but instead I saw someone standing there.I didn’t see nothing on him or her.I was watching the person in fear, I looked back at the river, just one step, and I’m gone, but I didn’t do that.Instead I leaned against a pillar that was the contest part of the wonderful, and big bridge.


”Take my hand”- a raspy voice said.From his voice that got into m ears, and never will leave my head I could say it was a man, around his twenties.I heard foot steps getting closed.It was like in a movie, the doors are opening, the killer face isn’t visible, your fear in the couch gets bigger by every crunch, every sign of moving, and every sound of the ‘scary’ music.”No”- I said, and my hands found they way to the pillar, holding it strongly and firmly.I was scared, my fore head was sweaty from the fear, and the stress I got. My brown, long and curly hair, that in this winter time was not noticeable, was literally flying with the wind that every second was blowing.The could blow dried my already dry lips much more, while my teeth clicked fast.I could feel how my cheeks don’t have much skin color, but just white paper on it.In my mind million of things that I never had a answer to, but now, I strongly have one. ”Please.Come, I’ll not hurt you”- the raspy voice said again.I didn’t know how patient he’s so I got from the bridge.My feet were slowly moving to the end, while my hands slide the card, and dirty pole.The light from the lighting was visible, as the stranger’s hand.How much I could see, I could say that he had big hands, strongly.Shivering I took out my hand, and with smile steps, I reached out his hand, he grabbed it.Strongly, like no one else before.Like I was not a stranger, but someone he loved.



The lighting was under us, and so I saw some eyes.Soft blue with a tad of green color in them, glowing under the moonlight, and falling for someone.’Hazel’-U murmured under my breath, and looked at him one more time.His, how much I could see from the light, brown curls were stuck on his fore head.It looked like he just got from the run, and maybe that explains his sport clothing.I was watching him.Every inch of him didn’t get past my eyes.Every inch of him, laid me to his eyes, to the two of them.I was looking at him with sadness, and happiness.I couldn’t look at him anymore, because my cheeks got heated, red colored, and not cold enough to look at him, but instead of that my eyes wandered to the floor.Looking at the white snow that was falling from the sky like the feathers from the pillow on the girls sleepovers I had last nights. One snowflake ended on my nose, like a petal blossom in the spring when I ran through the little park in my hometown. I wiped it, because I didn’t like the feeling of melted snowflake on my face. ”What were you doing there, on the bridge?” -the raspy voice asked me again, and that got my eyes fogy. I looked at him, with fogy, deep hurt eyes and just let a chuckle when he hugged me.A complete stranger, like me, hugs another stranger.This was the first time I ever saw or met with this feelings in me.

I felt how a knot like in my stomach was forming in my throat.I was trying to chuckle it out, when the stranger let me go.When his arms didn’t embrace me, the cold winter blow hit me once again, like the Moon hits the little invisible things in the corner of every dark street. ”I tried to kill myself” - I murmured somehow, still facing the floor, with the week knees that any second could let me down.

”Why?”- he asked, I looked at him, wit the hurt eyes, I looked at his half face that I could see, I looked at his hazel eyes that got to me, that were deep, hurt by feeling from other people, I just could feel him, and he could feel me. ”The same reason that you got two day ago”- I murmured under my breath, that once gain, was fogy from the cold. ”H-What, no!”- he tried to deny and protest about it, but he couldn’t hide it.We, people who are hurt, who are afraid of getting hurt any time soon, who will be forever alone, because they push people away, who are not loved- we could feel each other, by just looking in the eyes.Every stranger or every acquaintance would pay attention to my clothing, to my behavior, but not to my eyes.The funny thing is, nobody really knows how much someone is hurting.We could be standing next to someone who is completely broken and we wouldn’t even know it.



”Don’t deny it.We all have dark nights”- I said, and looked at him.I looked at the street, no one there.Just the two of us, standing there, in the dark with the Moon and the stars, alone in the winter coldness.Two souls that are unhappy, but truly have a fake smile outside, that are down, but they are hipper outside, two souls that never meet each other, but deep inside knows much more than his best friend.



”Yes.We’ve…”- he murmured under his breath, avoiding my gaze, avoiding to look at me with his hazel eyes that were yesterday nights puffy from crying, from not loving, from pain and judge.Still we didn’t know each other names, but the personality.He moved some steps back, causing me to go a step forward.We moved like two dancers on the white, and huge podium, that moved like one person, with every step from their foot, and higher note, with every melody of the song a fluttery feeling, and wider smile.The lighting’s were closer.We could see each other.He could see my face, I could see his face, and from that I saw his mop of dark, chocolate curls that are revealed because of shadow from the lighting.I could see his pink cheeks, red nose, nice red with a tad of pink lips, and his cheekbones that were very visible.I looked at his face lines.



Inch by inch on him was perfect.Still I couldn’t see his other face half.The shadow didn’t let me.I was looking at him, looking at his red/pink acne’s on his for head, and his eyes that were looking at me under the big, black lashes.We were standing there, hoping for good.Looking at each other, making feeling got melted, while our hearts were beating fast, and out knees got week with every deep breath we took.



Maybe that was just the moonlight that got to us, or the pain that we felt in each other.

Notes

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