~Your Reason~
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They met on a ship.
She was barely holding onto the railing, ready to let go.
Ready for dea-
"The water's cold you know." She nearly let go of the railing. She turned and saw a dark haired man staring at her. Hands in his pockets, eyebrows raised.
"I'm not. This isn't-" She panicked.
"I don't care. If you jump. I will go after you. So save us both the effort and get off of there." He mumbled. She stared at him. Eyes half lidded. Bored expression. Tilted head. She couldn't help but think that he wasn't the type.
The heroic type.
"Then save yourself the trouble and piss off." She found her confidence again, this guy was a douche. If she wanted this. She'll get it.
"If you're looking for a reason, you ain't gonna find it down there." She was speechless. How did he know? She nearly crumpled right then and there.
"You don't know anything about me." She glared at him, tears were blurring her vision. Dammit, she hated crying in front of people.
"You're looking for a reason to live. That's why you haven't let go yet." Just as he finished she cried fully now, sobbing quietly. How could he understand her so much? She looked up and stopped crying when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her torso and lifted her up to the other side of the railing. She didn't resist. He turned her towards him. She looked at him.
"If you're looking for a reason, I could give you one." He looked down at her. Eyes half lidded.
"What would that reason be?" She asked him.
"I can't think of one." Was his amazing lame reply. She rolled her eyes. She was about to walk away when his voice stopped her.
"But I finally found my reason."
A/N: Oh, I don't know what the hell I'm writing this for. I was watching Titanic I guess…
Yes, this should be a multi-chap. This is a prologue. Sorry for shortness!
Less than threeee~
WHERE'S MY CAKE?