I thought he looked handsome, so I walked over and teased him, "Hey, boy, can I get your contact info? I'll help you find your friends."
Calling me a flirt wouldn't be too far off.
I wasn't exactly the innocent type either.
But he was extremely resistant.
"Get lost!"
After being rejected, I didn't push my luck.
Still, as I was leaving, I couldn't help but glance back at him.
I vaguely saw tears sliding down the corner of his eye.
I thought that would be the end of it.
But fate had other plans.
By the time I left the bar, it was past four in the morning. The sky was a dull gray, with a hint that daylight might soon break.
It reminded me of how miserable this world and life could be.
My friend was completely drunk. I was about to take her home, but she insisted she was fine and wanted to go alone. I had no choice but to put her in a cab and give the driver a few instructions before letting her go.
The road was beginning to fill with cars, and my dizziness made my head heavy, and my steps unsteady. I didn't see the car speeding toward me.
"Watch out!"
A somewhat familiar voice rang in my ear, and the next second, I fell into an embrace.