Love Of My Life

I am standing on the bridge looking at the cold waters below. The water seems to be calling me. It's time to pay for all the mistakes I have made this past year. I have to end all the pain that's in my heart.   I was about to jump when I heard someone say;  "Hey! What are you doing? Thinking of jumping? Ending your precious life?"   I turned to my left and saw a handsome guy of around my age standing ten steps away from me. He too was looking at the waters below.   Why is he here? I was curious so I asked him, "Why do you want to know? Are you planning to jump too?"   He turned to face me. It was dark there but I can still see his handsome face. For some reason, he looked shocked and surprised. I waited for him to reply but he just stared at me. So I said, "Yes, I am going to jump but what are you doing here?"   At last, he composed himself and replied, "No, I'm not

Jane's POV:   I was staring at him. He looked concerned. Now, I noticed how handsome he is. His handsome face was breathtaking and his blue eyes were concerned; but why? And how did he save me?   I was wrapped in his arms. I shook all the thoughts away and pushed him hard. He let me go. I shouted at him, "You saved me, how dare you? Didn't I tell you to leave! I am not the one you knew yet you interfered in my plan to die. I am not her, I am Jane! Jane Macarove! Do you understand that I failed in my attempt to end my life just because of you? Do you know how much courage it takes for someone to decide and try to end their life? I don't want to see you ever again in my whole life! "   He looked hurt and tried to say something but I stopped him, turned around and ran. I ran as fast as I could let my tears fall freely.   When I couldn't run anymore, I started walking slowly. I saw a bar

I woke up to find myself in my bed. But, how did I get here? I was drinking at the bar. Was that all a dream? But my head is hurting like hell. I check my hand, it's scratched. So, it was real. But how did I get here? Maybe I am not a bad drinker and I managed to come back home by myself. Mark must have lied to me; he had always lied to me.   I suddenly remembered that he saved me, that stupid guy. I really don't wanna see his face ever again. I got up from my bed angrily and shook my head to clear my mind. I shouldn't think about him, anyway I won't meet him again. And now I should get ready I have a job. But before that, I have something to do.   I took out all the pics of Mark tore them and burned them. I also deleted all his pics from my phone. I don't want him or his photos or his memories in my life. I sighed and closed my eyes for some time.   Then I went to take a quick shower and got dressed. I'm not hungry so I

Barry's POV : I bought the restaurant where she works and the bar where she drinks, to be close to her. I know she is angry that I bought the restaurant and on top of that I made her my personal cook and waitress. But, I want her to be near me and this was the only way. I asked her friends, Emma and Lily about her past life. They first hesitated to tell me anything but when I told them that I have to know this so that I can understand her more and get involved in her life, they told me about her past. They told me that, she is the daughter of a big businessman and a year ago she met a guy who was a waiter and she fell in love with him but her father came to know about this six months ago and he disapproved of him. So, she left her home and everything for him and called him to tell him that she left everything and will live with him but when she went to him, he was not there and his p

I woke up to my doorbell. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the time; it's four in the morning! What?! Who is it, this early in the morning? I went to open the main door. When I opened it, I was surprised to see Barry standing there. I rolled my eyes. "What are you doing here and that too so early in the morning?" I asked irritated. It's been two weeks since he came to live here as my landlord and this is the first time he came to my house. He only calls whenever he wants anything and I have to take it to his house. But, why is he here today? He came inside without me inviting him in."You are not ready yet? I knew it! I came here to wake you up." he sighed. "What do you mean?"I asked surprised.Why do I have to get ready? And what for? "Go and get ready, I will sit and wait for you here." he said and sat on the couch. Now, thi