Ava POV

It was midnight in the winter. The Moon was shining brightly in the sky as if inviting people to stay up late and stare at it like a movie or an emotional beautiful scene.

But it was not for me. 

The beauty of the shining moon, windy night and darkness only made my resolution harder. I have decided, and I am not going to back off from my decision. 

It's not like anyone cared about my decision or the way I felt, anyway. Everyone in my life had decided to leave me because of one stupid decision that I had made in the rush of sentiments. One stupid thing that had changed my life.

One damn stupid thing. 

Right at the moment, as I walk barefoot on these empty roads, lit only by road lights, I realize how your one small action can ruin your life. How, abruptly, your life can change within a blink of an eye. How, who you thought were people you loved and who loved you back, can abandon you in the most difficult time of your life.

My white, frizzy, one shoulder dress gave me a ghost look. My face was wet with tears. While the bear bottle I was holding in my one hand, to drink so that It could dull the pain and exhaustion did nothing to console it. It did nothing to make me forget about the reality. It did not bring me into a world full of dreams. 

But I was not going to stop drinking until the whole bottle was finished. 

Or until I take my last breath tonight. 

Until I attempt suicide.

I walked and walked and walked without a sense of direction. My feet stumbled as I pushed myself to move forward. My vision got fuzzy and my chest felt like it was burning.

Still I forced myself to move forward.

Finally, I arrived where I wanted badly.

A bridge over a lake.

I walked over to its railing and stared down. The water was sparkling in the moon's light and flowing in slow rhythm. Like it did not have any worry in life. No worry that a big rock will stop its way. The water could just flow around the rock. Over it. And it could swallow it.

Unlike me. 

I swallowed another chug of the alcohol and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I look at the remaining alcohol in my bottle. It was very little left hence I drowned it before swinging the bottle and throwing it into the lake.

“Screw you all!!” I screamed in the thin air. My voice echoed in the distance, then disappeared into nothingness. I swung my leg over the railing then the other. My hands grabbed the railing and I turned, my back towards the railing and my face towards the downfall. 

I closed my eyes as more tears dripped down my face. It was the same as the Titanic movie scene. Where Rose stood on the railing, ready to kill herself.

The only difference was that no Jack was coming to save me from my fate. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.

“I'm sorry Mom and Dad. I love you.” I whispered and let go of the railing. 

Letting myself off the sorrow and pain. 

To seek the relief and peace from death.

I started to fall forward but suddenly, all the air in my lungs left my body when someone grabbed me around from my waist and pulled me back. In a blink of an eye, I was picked up and swung up and over the railing then back on to the road. 

It all happened in such an abrupt motion that I didn't even get a chance to breathe. Blinking my eyes rapidly, I tried to clear my vision and see who was in front of me.

“Are you okay, Miss?” A deep, heavy and magnetic voice filled my ears. And I saw a white, tall, handsome guy with a breathtaking beautiful face, looking at me. He had brown hair and his eyes were bright green. And he was looking at me with worried expressions. 

Anger bubbled up in my heart and I glared at him. 

“Why the fuck did you save me?” I asked and pushed him back with all my strength. He was not expecting me to attack him. Hence, he stumbled on his feet, losing his balance and fell back. 

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and stood. He did as well. He looked at me like I was gone crazy. Which was not wrong. 

He was tall with around 6'4" height, and he towered at my 5'5" figure. I had to crane my neck to look at him in the eyes. He was wearing a white shirt and black jeans. His hairs were ruffled. 

He stared at me like he was looking at an animal in the zoo. He did not make a move to move back, so I did. I pushed at his chest. 

“Who in the world gave you the right to stop me? Huh?” I asked. 

He moved back a little at the impact but still did not do anything to stop me. I hit his chest again. 

“Who do you think you are?” I yelled at him. This time he did not even move an inch with my push. He just stood there looking at me. I pushed him again. 

“Why does everyone think that they could treat me like trash?” I questioned him. 

I pushed him again. 

“How dare you to stop me?” I asked him. 

I pushed at his chest again but didn't say anything this time. 

Now, more tears were pouring out of my eyes and my nose was running. I knew my cheeks had turned red more from crying than feeling cold. 

All the while, I was pushing him away, not once did he raise his hands to stop me from hitting him. Nor once, he flinched back. Not once, he asked me to stop cursing at him. 

I was venting my own personal anger at him that he certainly did not deserve. He did not deserve my attacks or my cussing or my anger. 

At the moment, I was feeling like an idiot who let a stranger witness me in my worst state. I was so out of my mind that I wanted to break something. Punch something. Or at least scream at someone. 

But all I did was to stand there like an idiot and glare at him. A person who saved me. 

“Get out of my way.” I murmured and pushed him to a side so that I could walk away. 

Instead, all of a sudden, blackness engulfed me but not before I noticed that I had fallen into the stranger's arms who grabbed me right before I fell and everything went blank.