Chandler pushed me against the corner of the stairwell, kissing me fiercely. In the dark, rain-soaked hallway, my muffled sobs went unheard.
I didn't know how much time passed, but I felt like I was on the verge of fainting. When Chandler finally stopped, we were both gasping for air, neither of us saying a word.
"After tonight, let's forget everything from the past."
I clutched the stair railing tightly.
I held out my other hand to him, showing the scar on my wrist.
"Do I need to end up like her for you to finally let me go?"
That "her" was the secret between us.
Chandler grasped my scarred wrist, his expression complicated, as though he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Another clap of thunder came.
"Chandler.
"I'm so tired..."
Half a year ago, I met Chandler for the first time at a bar.
At the time, he had just graduated from college. I, on the other hand, was dragged there as a distraction for my friend who had just gone through a breakup.
In the corner of the bar, I saw Chandler.
He was curled up in the corner, his face flushed strangely, his eyes unfocused. It seemed he was out of it.
I thought he looked handsome, so I walked over and teased him, "Hey, boy, can I get your contact info? I'll help you find your friends."
Calling me a flirt wouldn't be too far off.
I wasn't exactly the innocent type either.
But he was extremely resistant.
"Get lost!"
After being rejected, I didn't push my luck.
Still, as I was leaving, I couldn't help but glance back at him.
I vaguely saw tears sliding down the corner of his eye.
I thought that would be the end of it.
But fate had other plans.
By the time I left the bar, it was past four in the morning. The sky was a dull gray, with a hint that daylight might soon break.
It reminded me of how miserable this world and life could be.
My friend was completely drunk. I was about to take her home, but she insisted she was fine and wanted to go alone. I had no choice but to put her in a cab and give the driver a few instructions before letting her go.
The road was beginning to fill with cars, and my dizziness made my head heavy, and my steps unsteady. I didn't see the car speeding toward me.
"Watch out!"
A somewhat familiar voice rang in my ear, and the next second, I fell into an embrace.
The gust of exhaust from the speeding car blew through my hair, scattering any trace of my drunkenness.
I quickly turned my head and met a pair of charming eyes.