THE FIRST TEXT

You were always an angel to me. An angel sent from God who was always there when times were rough. That day on the bridge was a day I could never forget; the way you wrapped your arms around me and pulled me off that railing was like a tree extending it's branches all over and the warmth I felt when you held me was the first beam of sunlight I had felt in 3 months, I hugged you once more to feel that hope again.

"If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?" I just had to know what your voice sounded like. Your dark brown eyes still managed to glimmer in the cold, your black hair was covered in gel, but looked soft to the touch, and I don't think I would ever forget your jawline; it was so very sharp but somehow complimented everything else.

"No, of course not," such a short but heavy answer. Your voice brought silence to me, like we were the only people there, but we were somehow still on the bridge with cars moving in each direction. I imagined a forest instead; tall thick trees, rays of sunlight shining through the gaps between leaves, and the feeling of emptiness from being alone, but you're here with me.

"Thank you, could I possibly get your number?" I froze at the fact that I had the courage to speak up like that. There was a moment where time froze. I couldn't tell if you noticed, but something sparked.

"S-sure.." I noticed you froze to the question too. Your face began to brighten with a light pink as I typed my number into your phone and you typed into mine.

April 17th. The first time I felt hope and warmth in my life, the first time I realized that I meant something, the first time I met you.

________________________

"Hi mom!! I'm home!!" I called out for an answer from my Aunt Elle, but there was no response; she was asleep. Of course, she wasn't my biological mother, but I still called her that because I believed I had no parents. I knew my biological parents, but they meant nothing to me. Aunt Elle and Uncle Zion were my parents.

"'Ello sweetie, lunch will be ready soon," a late response; she just woke up.

I opened the door to my unorganized room and plopped face down on my bed. 'What a day' I thought to myself. I pulled out my phone and flipped it open to your number waiting on my screen. '403-121-0040', a number I promised to never forget. Checking for the time I read '17/04/03 - 3:11PM'.

"It's now or never," talking out loud was a better way to think things through. 11 was my lucky number; every time the number 11 was on my screen, I took it as a note that either something good was coming or if I needed to do anything that had the possibility of a bad outcome, I should do it now.

I clicked on your number and opened up a new chat. I froze up, thinking of you and the moment we clicked. Why did it seem so important to me? I was just a normal guy who was saved by a stranger, there shouldn't be any meaning behind it. Right?

The time read '3:12PM'. Shit.

"Hey," I jumped to the notification from my phone. I look at the number - '403-121-0040'. I squirmed at the fact that maybe he was thinking about me too.

"Hello," I guess 11 is my lucky number, but you made 17 my favourite.