I remember running and playing tag with the other kids from my school. I thought I finally have friends to play with. Running and laughing, I never felt so happy. I didn't notice a few flight of stairs where we we're playing and I stumble upon it. Taking the wrong step and I fell. I hit my knee and my elbow at the hard flooring, which result in a big bruise on my left knee with a scratch on top. I saw a little bit of blood and I try to keep the pain away. I looked around for the kids that I was playing with, I asked for help but none of them help me. They just pointed at me and laughed. I start to cry and my vision started to get blurry from my tears. I hug my bruised knee feeling alone all over again.
"Are you okay?" someone asked me, I looked up despite from my blurry vision, a boy with black hair and nice grey eyes looked concern. He kneeled down in front of me. I didn't response because I was too upset.
"Don't worry about them. Don't cry okay? You're pretty when you smile" he said to me. I just continue to stare at him. I wipe my tears with my dirty hands.
"Can you stand?" I shook my head; he put his arm around my waist as I put my arm around this neck supporting me. We started walking towards a bench near the playground area when other boy walked up to us
"Hey Clint!" he smiled brightly
"Hey Warner, can you get me some small band aid from the teacher?" The boy looked at me and smiled. "Okay" he left. I don't remember in between but I do remember him telling me a joke and making me laugh so hard that I was crying. He smiled at me as he help me put on the Band-Aid. I watch him help me with my scratch, he's really nice and I don't even remember meeting him around my class. He told me that his in a different class but he always notice me since I would usually play by myself.
"There done!" he said happily.
"Thank you" I whispered.
"My name is Clint"
"[Name]" I said shyly, nobody has ever been nice to me before.
"I know, I think it's a beautiful name," he said. From that day on, he's been always been my best friend until now.
"[Name]?" I shook my head and looking at Clint who's looking at me with concern. He is holding two cups, one tea and one coffee. "You okay?" I nod
"Yeah, I'm well" I smiled as he hand me my tea, "Ready to go?" He grabbed my hand and continued our way to our apartment. Not only he saved from that horrible childhood but he also showed how it feels to be loved. Not only that his my best friend but he's also my boyfriend and future husband.