Hello there~

Its my second story. I chose the narrative style because i find it easy to write like this ^^ Hope you guys like it~

PS: I dont own !

Are you okay?

It was the question that was asked from me, the very question that changed the life I had been living till now.

I looked up and saw the face of a boy, almost the same age as me but having thick red bangs covering half of his face.

"You okay?"

The boy asked again, rendering me speechless as my eyes flickered across his face, absorbing the features of the red head in front of me and wondering why his eyes.. eye is looking so anxious.

He smiled and stretched his hand in front of me.

"Come, lets get out of this place"

He said again. My gaze moved and landed on the hand stretched in front of me, wondering as to why this guy is trying to take me out, or as to why this guy is in such a place at such a time in the first place.

It was 2am in the morning after all, and this was a dark, reeking alley that held nothing in itself except murkiness and the despair, and gibberish that, perhaps included me as well. Yet this boy is here, stretching his hand out on me, and lightning a beam of hope in my stilled heart. Is he doing this just to crush my hopes again? I questioned myself and perhaps this uneasiness was obvious from my posture because the next moment the hand reached out more and grabbed mine into his, jolting me out of my daze. I blinked at the sensation of touch grabbing onto the cold, lifeless hand of mine, trying to pull me to make me stand up. My body complied as I did as he guided me and soon I was back on my feet.

His hand then left mine; making me wince at the absence of the warmth but the next moment it was back, around my shoulders, transferring all his body's warmth into mine. I sighed inside and hoped for a moment that the time would just stop right here right now. But definitely the fate wasn't generous enough to grant this wish of mine.

"Can you walk?"

The boy asked, as he tried to almost drag me as my feet struggled to follow his guidance. He was too powerful and too energetic for me, I couldn't follow his pace.

But yet somehow he took me out of that cramping alley, out into the slightly moonlit street.

He sighed heavily, letting me go and stretching his body as if he has just finished unloading a van full of carriage. I knew I wasn't that heavy to drag, but still I didn't say a thing to him and silently yearned for the warmth once again that was now not going to be with me, at least for a little time.

I stood up straight, and I cursed as my back still remain bent, too tired to even straighten up. So I just let it be like this. Just standing on my feet was enough to make me tired.

"Whats your name?"

The voice echoed through my ears again, his sweet and gentle voice as he asked this question.

I hesitated, unsure of whether should I tell a stranger like him my name or not? A stranger who wanders off in the alleys and streets at 2a.m in the morning?

But soon my mind slapped me inside, asking what does it matter even if you tell him your name? You are going to die anyway, so why taking precautionary measures to save this wasted life?

And thus I made my decision and replied.

"Allen, Allen Walker".