DAY 1 : Wednesday , September 06 : 7:05PM
I wasn't supposed to be here.
Not in this dark alley. Not in this mess. Not in this country I barely knew anymore.
"Pretty girl all alone, huh?" the man sneered, stepping closer.
His hand clamped around my wrist, rough and cold. My pulse raced so fast it hurt.
"Let go of me!" My voice cracked, half-shaky, half-pleading.
But he only grinned, leaning closer.
I wanted to scream, but his hands blocked my mouth to scream and nothing came out. My knees felt weak, the ground tilting beneath me. Was this how my first night back home would end?
" HEY ! "
The shout slammed through the night. Both of us turned.
A boy sprinted towards us , his expression fierce, eyes sharp even through the blur of streetlights. He didn't hesitate. His shoulder hit the man hard, breaking his grip off me.
I stumbled back, clutching my bag, chest heaving. My vision swam, but I saw enough his frame, his hurried movements, the fire in his eyes. How can a someone youthful do this against this fraud who's probably in his late 20's? He's a real life super hero -
"You're safe now ," he said , - voice low, hurried. Almost too quiet to believe.
And then he ran. Just like that like nothing happens. No lingering glance, no chance for me to speak. His footsteps echoed down the street until they were gone.
I sank against the wall, trembling, my breath ragged. My hearth wasn't pounding from fear anymore . It was for ... him . Whoever he was.
That's when I noticed it . A card glinting faintly on the ground . I bent down, hands shaking, and picked it up.
An ID. His ID . Actually a school ID , he goes to school huh.
I stared at it, tracing the letters of his name, memorizing the shape of his face printed there. Not the clearest picture, but enough for my heart to stutter.
I whispered his name softly, almost like a secret. "Erlan Von Albarez " It's his name huh, And in that moment, even through my fear... I knew I wanted to see him again. To say thank you or probably something else
Damn ....., My wallet was stolen ,but i still have my bag tho .Thank you to that one boy .
And despite of my jump packed adrenaline feeling , it wasn't just about that robbery earlier there were added adrenaline feeling from that boy , that one mysterious, fierce — mighty real life super hero man . He had set my hearth ablaze .
" Who even is he ? How much courage does he have just to save me ? I just have so much thoughts and questions right now. I wanna know you more boy ".
This one boy — " Unknown "