Save him
Chapter 1: Meeting in the darkest hour
The last year of your university-time often gave you the feeling you had to do so many things before you could then start with your life as a responsible adult. Not that John would ever do things he would ever regret.
That's the reason John let Mike talk him into the party where he is right now. More drunk then he had been through the course of the whole year and already feeling the hangover that would come to him in the morning or better later in the day.
As the least drunk person it was his responsibility to make sure Mike found his way into his bed without major accidents. The nearly falling into the Thames didn't count; their clothes were after all still dry.
After having left Mike at his flat and on the way home the world around John started to spin, okay spin more than before and as his vision got blurry. He sat down on a bench not 300 meters away from his flat for a short break. Leaning against the cold wood John closed his eyes in the hope the world would have stopped spinning when he reopened his eyes.
It was actually the case, it was still a bit blurry on the corner of his vision but things were not turning anymore. John looked around, he had no idea how long he had already been sitting there but as he observed his surroundings he saw a women under one of the street lights, walking in his direction. He couldn't see her clearly but he was sure she was beautiful with long blond hair. She was wearing a white dress with some kind of scarf around her neck that lay on her back, floating lightly in the wind. It gave the impression she was wearing wings, John thought in his drunken state. Smiling dumbly, an angel he thought laughing quietly to himself.
The woman came closer walking elegantly over the path. She stopped in front of John so that he had to look up to see her face. Her eyes were warm, eyes that had seen the world. The good and the bad parts. She didn't smile or maybe just a little bit, John couldn't see it. It was as if the street lights had become brighter, there was more light around him and subconsciously John knew this light was coming from the angel-like woman.
She bent down to him, close, too close for him to see anything else but her blue eyes. Her very serious but also clear words touched John's ears, his mind and his soul in a way he did not understand.
"Save him. You have to save him. Because one day you will meet him again and you will need him more than you are able to imagine right now. So go and save him."
John didn't understand this request, he was always happy to help people but who should he be saving now? And where? And when? The woman rose up and put a piece of paper in his coat pocket. Confused he looked up to her but she had already turned to leave.
"Go home and sleep." Were the last words he heard from her.
Deciding that this was indeed a good idea, John got up and walked the last meters to his home. He tried to not further think about the woman, her words or the strange persisting feeling in his body that these words were the only truth he would ever get from her. Falling into his bed without making an effort of changing out of his clothes, John fell asleep the next second.