LOVE
It's getting late. You're stood on a low bridge, overooking a deep river. You're contemplating leaving, when you hear somebody walking behind you.
You turn around, and see Dean, the local emo boy. He spots you, and stops.
"What?"
He says, as if you has no right to look at him, ven though his clothes did draw attention to themselves.
"Nothing."
"Then why are you staring at me?"
"Because you stopped!"
You say, as if it were obvious. It should have been, too.
"You're ______, right? From my class?"
"Yeah. Dean right?"
"Oh, so you know my name? Thats a first... Everyone else just calls me a stupid emo."
"Well you are."
Dean shoots you a look of hate.
"Thats not what I meant. I meant you're an emo, not that youre stupid."
"You think I care if you tnk I'm stupid? Forget about it. Everybody hates me."
He says, and looks solemnly at the floor with his handsome blue eyes. You feel pity for the boy.
"I'm sure not everyone hates you."
"They do. Even on my DA website..."
"Its silly to think that."
You say. You never make it clear that you don't hate him.
Dean looks sorrowfully at the water flowing under the bridge.
"This place... it brings relief. People don't come here often. This place would look beautiful in the moonlight..."
"What was that?"
You said, not quite hearing him. He shakes his head, and walks away from you. You watch him go, wondering if he'll be okay.
Later that night, you remember what Dean said about his website. You manage to find it, anc dlick on to it. Just as you're on, another entry is posted. You click onto it, and read through it.
It's a song, and its full of emo-ness and rants on about how people feel alone in the world and how life is worthless. But then the final few lines catch your eye.
The water she carries me away,
The kiss is colder than ice,
My dying voice I fear to say,
I go tonight
You realise whats going on. You run from your room and out of the front door of the house, bolting dow the streets to the dridge. Under it, you see Dean, wading into the water. You climb down and run into the water, dragging him out before he can put his head under.
"Why? Why id you come back for me?"
"Because people do care. I care. I don't know you Dean, but even I couldn't bare to just let you drown."
Dean smiles at you, and you walk him home.
Over the next few month you become friends, and fall in love. You marry after severa years, and after many years of happiness together you die in your sleep happily.