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The line went dead.

I tossed my phone under the pillow and slumped back down. It feels suffocating here. I need to get out.

I loosen the straps elevating my right leg. I clenched my jaw as I felt the pain coming back again. I gripped my leg as I brought it down to the floor, moving like a robot, doing it step by step. I spotted a pair of crutches at a corner of the room, practically waiting for me to get to it.

I gritted my teeth as I hopped towards it, standing on my good leg. I grabbed it at an arm's length and slid my hands on the bars.

I turned the doorknob and swung myself outside. Fortunately, there aren't any nurses around so I make my way towards the elevator, jamming the button leading to the rooftop level, my haven.

A guy to my right looks at me weirdly and I shoot him a look. He just smirked and went out when the elevator stops at his floor.

I shake my head. "Always stereotyping me."

Ding

I hopped out. A scowl falls over my face as I saw a tall guy standing near the railing, looking absently down the building.

"Hey, this is my place."

He acted as if he heard nothing. I huffed.

"Fine. Stay here. But I get the bench."

I started my way towards the bench and when I sat down, he merely tilted his head and muttered a 'hmph'.

The wind is strong and I looked in front, only to see the gorgeous setting sun, signaling the night to come. Closing my eyes, I let the wind take over my hair, scattering it to different directions and effectively messing it up.

I need to prove myself to others. I don't want to look weak. I don't want to look helpless. I need to look strong.

I was in my own world when I felt a pair of eyes looking at me. I turned to my right, to the direction where the 'hmph' guy is, only to find his back faced to me.

Must be my imagination.

"What are you doing here? You seem unfamiliar to me. And that rarely happens because of my constant trips to the hospital."

I got no reply except for the tilting of his head to the side. I noticed his shaking hands when he did this.

"Hey are you alright?" A sincere anxiety fills my voice.

"Nothing. Don't mind me."

"You may be rude but I'm willing to listen." My selflessness takes over me again, and I can't help it. If there is one value that my father gives importance to the most, it's selflessness. That's why it was so important for him to instill it in his children. Well, whatever started young is hard to break.

The guy turned his head, immediately, as if in shock.

"Never had anyone to talk to before?" I teased him. I let out a chuckle.

"No...its just that-" he stopped himself in hesitation.

Silence fills between us, but I know better than to force him to talk.

He sighs. "No one has ever offered to listen to me before."

"Oh," was all I can say. But I did not dare give him a pitiful look.

I know, better than anyone, how it feels to be pitied. Other people may like it, but it just disgusts me. And my instincts told me this person feels the same way too.

"Well, you have one now." I try to laugh the awkwardness between us out. And I get a glimpse of a crooked smile when his face turned to the side.

He has dark hair that flows freely in the air, despite its obvious shortness. Full lips sketch his face. But I can't see his eyes. How unfortunate. He must have deep, intense eyes.

Right then, the intercom breaks in. 'Calling Ms. Beatrice Prior, please proceed to your room immediately.'

"Oh great. They caught me. That was rather fast."

I reached for my crutches sitting on the floor and started my way to the elevator.

I stopped abruptly, remembering the guy.

"Hey, I got to go. I'll see you if I can."

I waited for a response.

"Hmph."

I shivered. Not from the strong cold winds but by the way he said it. Just a simple sound can be unbelievably filled with such coldness. Just when I thought he was warming up to me...

I entered the elevator and when the doors were about to close, I feel his eyes burning into mine.

R to R

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