The boy stood perfectly still. He stared off into the distance, into the never-ending darkness of the sea at midnight. He sighed, and stepped up onto the stone ledge of the bridge, and tried hard to repress the crystal tears threatening to leak from his eyes. He took a deep breath, and put a foot over the bridge, letting it dangle overtop of the obscurity below.

Hey. He spun around and faced his interlocutor. He stared into the pale eyes of a girl, with long pale hair and near-iridescent skin, who looked no older than him, seventeen. What are you doing, she asked. He turned around again more slowly and faced the silver moon in the sky and her rippled reflection below.

Hey. She said again. Tell me. The boy turned around and faced her again. None of your business girl. Go home. Her face contorted in what could once have been a smile. This is my home now. He nodded absent-mindedly and kicked some pebbles into the darkness below, satisfied with the sound they made when they hit the water, as if making sure it was still there. Tell me. She asked again. Why? He sighed and stepped off the ledge. You’re not making this any easier. He said as he sat down on a bench and subconsciously counted every traitorous heartbeat.

It isn’t supposed to be easy. She said. Death isn’t meant to be anything; it’s meant to be death. She sat on the bench beside him and looked him in the eye; you still haven’t answered me, why? He sighed and took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, he folded and unfolded it as he spoke. No one sees me. He said. No one cares about me and no one ever will. I’m just one person in the world, another raindrop in the ocean. She reached over and grabbed the noted from his hand. She read it carefully, letting every sorrowful word bloom to its full meaning.

She locked her pale eyes in his dark ones. You say these things as if you know what everyone is thinking. And even if to the world you are one person, to one person you may be the world.

I never thought of it that way, he said. Of course not, she replied, otherwise we wouldn’t both be here. He looked at the sky, and back down at the note. You know, he said, I thought tonight was to be the last time I ever see the moon… I guess I was wrong. He stood up, ripped the note into a dozen pieces and dropped them over the ledge, watching them flutter into the darkness.

The girl smiled serenely and stood up from the bench. She removed a locket on a silver chain around her neck and put it in his hand. She stroked gently the scars on his wrists and wrapped her hands around his own. Promise me. She said. He looked up into her eyes and whispered, I promise. She smiled again, and started to walk away. Wait, he called after her. She stopped, but didn’t turn around. What is your name? She paused for a moment then whispered her reply. Most call me Hope…

A/N: if you havent realized yet, this story has no title. If you decide to review (pretty please with sugar on top) id appreciate it if you suggest names. I could make you a character in a story or something if you find me a nice one.

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