Fall-ing.

                When you can´t do nothing but fall, fall on the street. You crush into some random car, you aren´t used to it so you look at it and the driver gives you that look. It´s all your fault.

                Not almost death but almost on a breath-break. A beep keeps you alive, those rude ones, the one from an angry driver, but not the one as before. Then, a hand is right in front of you face and you can´t do nothing but take it.

                The hand is from some random boy you´ve seen before but you just don´t know where you have seen those eyes. Brown ones, they look like chocolate. Not long –but either short- hair, dark hair. An invisible smile on his lips, a little smirk. He looks older than you, enough to know that you are fascinating with him.

                And then you stand up, he is one head taller than you, which make you feel small. He leads you to the sidewalk while you keep thinking about what would you say, if a lonely “thank you” or a “you shouldn´t have done that but, thanks.”

                Then, when you face each other you see that he has a Nirvana t-shirt and then you know who is that person standing in front of you.

                He smiles.

                “You.”

                “Me.”

                “You knew it was me.”

                “Kind of…” Now, he smirks.

                It was the person who treated you as a princess just before leaving you on Hell.

                It was the person who you cried for just because you loved him too much.

                It was your secret crush, your brother´s friend.