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She emptied the bottle of pills onto her pale palm. She knew she was drunk. She knew it was a rash decision but she was so tired of everything; tired of the sorry excuse for a life she had. She wanted to end it.

She was scared but she didn't have the guts, nor the energy, to show even that emotion.

She was outside the rundown club she had forced herself to come to, contemplating her existence while she looked warily at the pills in her sweaty palm. She couldn't care less about the tears running down her face, right now, she needed to just end this; end her suffering. She was thinking, her brain was working faster than it had ever been, she was thinking of everything.

She was thinking of what it really meant to end life; to delete oneself from existence. To her, right in that moment, it meant, absolute FREEDOM; freedom from her constant contemplation about the reason she existed, freedom from her loneliness; from every single thing in her life right then. She would be free once she did this, she thought.

No one would miss her; absolutely no one would, she didn't have anyone; not anymore at least. As her left hand inched towards her mouth, she heard a deep, annoying at this point–voice say, "What in hell are you doing?"

She let out a loud gasp. She came back here hoping to just say goodbye to the world without anyone knowing anything. She turned around and still couldn't see a thing, which was no surprise as she was in a poorly lit alley; another reason she chose this club in the first place. The pills that she had been containing in her hand, dropped to the concrete ground as she wore her infamous invisible mask of absolutely no emotions.

"What's it to you?", she finally spoke.

"Why would you want to kill yourself? That too in an abandoned alley outside a rundown club? Are you purposefully trying to start a police investigation? Are you that desperate for attention?", his words sounded bitter and reprimanding but there was an air of playfulness.

She couldn't explain it; then again it might be the alcohol in her system misleading her, for that same reason, she decided to go with the feeling anyway.

"Look strange person, I'm sorry you had to see that, but why'd you have to interrupt me?! I was so close to being free!", she half whined. Unbeknownst to her, the stranger had a smile on his face.

"Free?! Ha! Who the heck told you that after you killed yourself with measly pills you'd be free?", he was actually laughing at her. It irritated her.

How could he laugh at her?! She was contemplating her freaking existence here!

"Look I understand you must feel lonely and all, but I assure you, killing yourself is the stupidest decision you could make to remedy your situation.", he said with so much understanding that she was almost shocked; she even almost let it show —her shock.

"What's it to you, stranger? I'm just some girl you just happened to run into behind some crummy club, the hell do you care if I die or not?", she asked quite inquisitively. She could just kill herself at home anyway, a sadistic thought passed by her as she finished talking out loud.

"I feel like this is very important to say, I'm under the influence.", he chuckled as he admitted. He continued, "So won't you tell me your name "suicidal chick"? I feel like you should thank me with that." She could tell he had some sort of triumphant smile on his face for some odd reason.

The extremely dim lighting obscured his features greatly, but she could at least tell he was either Caucasian or mixed.

"Why in hell would I divulge such sensitive information to some stranger whose face I can barely see?", she thought aloud.

"Ooh! Divulge", he mocked, "we're using big words now." He took out his phone and turned on the flashlight.

She rolled her eyes and said, "yeah, definitely brilliant, why didn't I think of that?", She said referring to the flashlight he turned on.

"I don't know, why didn't you?", he asked smirking. Now, they could both see each other clearly. She rolled her eyes again before she really took a look at him. She had to admit, he was definitely handsome.

He had a perfectly symmetrical face, a strong jawline, full pink lips, a slightly crooked nose; broken no doubt, and eyes; eyes that drew her in, fiery blue eyes that temporarily hypnotized her. She had seen men with blue eyes all over town but his drew her, and unlike hers, his eyes carried emotions, just enough for one to feel comfortable.

"You gonna tell me that name now that you're done staring?" Something told her that he knew she liked his eyes already. She rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that night.

"I am not telling a stranger my name." She folded her arms on her chest, forgetting the metal water bottle she had been holding in her hand. The bottle dropped on her foot. "Crap!" she cussed loudly alerting her stranger.

"Are you alright? That sounded painful." He asked while

asked while only staring amusedly at her feet, then picked up the water bottle.

"I'm fine.", she answered and sighed before she finally said, "Mei."

He had risen up to his full height which was quite impressive to her. For a second, just a second, his smile faltered because of his present confusion.

"Huh?"

"My name is Mei. Happy now?! I told you my name. I'm leaving.", she started to leave once he began to speak again.

"What, no thank you? You don't even care for my name?!", he teased her. She had almost gotten to the end of the alleyway when he yelled,

"It's Bruno!"

She had heard him. She found his name cute.

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