The Yearly 365 Challenge
Prompt #63 (Scenario) – Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you've seen (around 0.4 – 0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin (can be changed of course). You make brief eye contact and they run.
- so yeah I'm not using the 'doing heroin' in this scenario.
Breathing hard as yours move forward and backwards quickly. As your legs are pumping up and down as you give chase to the 0.97 blonde hair guy that you very briefly made eye contact underneath the bridge two miles back. You felt sweat roll down your face and back. Your eyes widen at the sight of the thin blonde hop over a rolling trash can.
"Oh come on." You huffed out as you moved to the left of the trash cane. You knew you would never be able to jump over it. Not by a long shot. You were honesty shocked that you are keeping this pace for as long as you have. You were not a very athletic after all.
The blonde put on even more burst of speed as his neck twisted to look behind him …. he sees that you are still behind him. Not as close as you wanted. Not by far. But you were still managing to keep after him. Although all your body system wants to shut the fuck down. But the 0.97 was still firmly above his short blonde hair. You needed to talk to him. You must. This was important. You added more strength into your sprint.
The blonde tripped over his feet and crashed onto the cement. You felt your anxiety push your body to get to him even faster. You finally reach him and you kneel down. "A-a-are y-you all r-right." You heaved out as huge breath of air left your chest. You bowed your head as you felt your vision darken.
"Yeah I'm all right. Shit." The most calming beautiful voice floated into your ears. You try to get the vast blackness to leave your sight. Firm hands were quickly covering your cheeks and you stared into the greenest bluest eyes you have ever seen in your life. "Breathe with me man. Breathe with me." You felt your breathing slow as you carefully matched his breathing pattern.
"Thanks." You softy smiled into his eyes.
"Why did you fucking chase me." He demanded to know as he jerked away from you.
"You know why." You smiled.
"Do you always chase after the 0.97s in your life?" He demanded as he stood to his feet.
You looked up into his angry face. "You are my first one."
He reached out for your hand. You took it and he helped you up. He quickly pulled his hand back as he stepped away. "Okay so I'm your first one. Next time make sure you pace yourself better." He turned and started to walk away.
"My name is Kevin. What's your name?" You started to follow the tall blonde.
The blonde stopped and turned around with an angry look on his face. "You don't fucking need to know my name. You shouldn't have given me your name damnit."
"Why not? Come on we both know how special it is to meet a 0.97 person to your life." You stepped closer to him.
"That's pure bull shit!" He growled. "Forget me. Forget this moment." He turned around, and started to walk away.
"What are you afraid of." You asked as you caught up so you were walking beside him.
"Whom says I'm afraid." He turned to glare into your eyes.
"Then stop running." You placed a hand on his tight shoulder.
"Fuck off." He stormed.
"You know that once we find one another … then we are a shining beacon to one another for all time." You smiled.
"Fuck this relevance to another human being shit." He spat to the side. "I never asked to be born into a world where you can only know the value of people in your life by the fucking number above their fucking heads." His fists balled at his side.
"I'm sorry." Lowering your head. "I won't bother you ever again." He turned and started to walk away from his soulmate.
"Wait Kevin." A soft voice spoke quietly behind him.
You stop and turn to face him.
"I'm sorry I took my anger out at you." He sighed as he looked with soft teary eyes into your own. "My name is Chic."
"Pleased to meet you Chic." You whisper.
He moved and stopped a hair breath away from you. "I have seen what damage these numbers can do to you. My own parents had high numbers for them also. Not as high as ours. But high enough. They truly and deeply didn't love one another. They couldn't stand each other. But because of the fucking numbers over their heads they got married. They had me and my sisters. They stayed together for as long as they could … hating and resisting each other." A lone tear rolled down his cheek. "I swore to myself that I would never allow the fucking numbers to rule my life that way."
You nodded. "I understand." You whispered as your soul broke.
He moved closer till his chest met yours. His hands rose to cup your face in between the palms. His hot breath hitting your face. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. "But then I met you." His lips gently captured yours.
Your arms wrap around his waist and up his back. You allow him to take control. You wanted him to have complete control of this relationship. If this kiss meant that there would be a relationship. You wanted him to realize that you trusted him completely.