#scriptures🕮

Its not like you were sad; to be sad you must lose something in order to be sad over, but that wasn't you. You were just,,, empty.

Today was a day as any other days in the past, every day was so repetitive that you don't care to remember the day of the week, it was just another work day.

You heard a few co-workers greet you, but your brain doesn't register anything they said. They were just noise. Not even you registered what you had to say in response, your mouth spoke faster than your brain could think of what you were saying. It was like you were in a constant state of auto-pilot while your mind was wandering somewhere else, looking for something that was never there.

As usual, your day went right over your head without anything interesting happening, nothing noteable. You couldn't wait for this up coming friday- not because you were excited for this weekend, but because friday was the day you were finally going to leave this all behind. You've made up your mind. You were tired, really tired of this life that had nothing to offer you.

It wasn't like you never tried to live life. You tried to have hobbies and friends, but they never lasted. Your hobbies never held your attention, and your friends thought you were a gloomy buzzkill. You've tried every trick in the book, but they never held up.

The days following up to your death-date were a blur, you couldn't recall anything regarding those previous days. And finally, the day came. It was just like any of the other thousands of days you've lived in this life time, but this one felt more remarkable, more significant.

As you clocked out of work, you couldn't help but feel the slightest bit giddy. You had left very short notes back at home for your family. You tried to express as much emotion as your body could let you, and you headed to the bridge.

It wasn't a very popular bridge, there was never much traffic there, that's why you chose it. So no one would notice and stop you as they're driving or walking by.

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Fifteen minutes you've been standing on the railing. You stared down at the shallow river underneath you, you don't know why you've been standing here this long- were you scared?- no. Impossible. Why would you be, anyway? You've been dreaming of this day for years now, so why?

You thought of three things. First, why you were standing here this long. Second, whether the impact of the dull rocks peeking above the shallow water would kill you or the impact of the water itself would kill you. You've heard that hitting water from a high altitude is just like hitting concrete. And lastly, why no one has drove or walked by and tried to stop you yet in the last quarter of an hour.

You were stopped in the tracks of your thoughts as you heard a voice. This voice was different from all the other noises you've heard all your life, this one was clearer and more distinct.

"Excuse me, miss. What are you doing up there? you could fall and potentially get hurt, or worse"

The voice sounded like it came from a man. It sounded smooth, youthful and confident. You could define the words, instead of his voice coming out fuzzy like everyone else's in your life, including your family.

You glanced over, thinking nothing of it, but your heart nearly stopped. At least, that's what it felt like. Seeing that man was like a veil was lifted, and all the fog in your life had disappeared. A flux of unnamed emotion has flooded your system, and you couldn't hold back on the slight puff of your chest, and you didn't notice the glistened awe in your eye as you stared at the young man.

He had black, layered hair that swooped perfectly across his face. It looked messy yet intentional at the same time. And his eyes. Sharp and observant, left no room for nonsense. He stood tall and confident, his attire was professional, clad in a trench coat hiding a business suit, dress pants and loafers.

You were entirely smitten by this man from just a glance. It was as if a magical force, or a god of love had given you grace and spared you from your grey, dull life. You couldn't grasp your mind around this. How could a complete stranger swoon you like this? it couldn't be that simple. It had to be Destiny.

You stammered a weak excuse and walked off in a hurry, you were a bit surprised he didn't walk after you

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You got home, a little ashamed at the sudden flood of emotion you felt just a few hours ago. You sat at your home desk for a long time, thinking of what had just happened. Holding the small notes you wrote earlier, now they felt a little useless. You couldn't help but feel you wanted to see that man again— you wished to see him again. For the first time in your years he gave you a feeling, a spike of adrenaline, maybe? It didn't matter. You just needed to feel whatever he gave you again.

This was foolish. How could you possibly be so caught up in your emotion just by looking at a stranger? You thought about yourself in the third perspective and it made no sense how you could be daydreaming like a typical high school girl who wants to walk past her hallway crush. That's the closest you could describe how you felt.

On Saturday, you had nothing much to do, you never did. You decided to do some research on all of this, and you found some interesting theories. One about how the Greek god Zeus created humans with eight limbs- four arms and four legs. Two heads facing the opposite sides, four ears and two sets of genitalia.

These original humans were immensely strong, fiercely intelligent, and burdened with massive pride. Eventually, their hubris led them to try and climb Mount Olympus to attack and overthrow the gods. The gods feared their power, and devised a plan to punish them. They couldn't outright kill all human species, though. They still needed human worship and sacrifice. So Zeus thought of a clever plan to compromise their power without completely wiping them out.

He cut them in two, making them half as strong but twice as numerous, giving the gods more sacrifices. Humans were doomed to forever search their other half in hopes to be fulfilled again, wanting to be complete forevermore.

You applied this myth to every couple you saw, wondering if they were each other's other half whenever you saw how they treated each other. And wondering, even as childish as it was, if that man you saw on the bridge was your soulmate.

You also read about the red string theory. That there was an invisible red string tied to your pinky, and at the other end was tied to your soulmate's pinky. This one was a little harder to apply to couples, since the string was invisible, but you could still tell by the way they treated each other. You still wondered if that applied to you and that stranger.

Foolish, completely out of your mind. You've caught yourself daydreaming of this stranger at least three times in the last two days, maybe more. You didn't even know his name, you guys exchanged two sentences before you left. The dumbest move you've ever made in your life, you thought.

Unless it wasn't. Maybe it was fate, maybe that man stopped you on that bridge for a reason. Two parts of you argued; one part wanted to feed the delusion that this was some sort of work from another life force and that you two were meant to be, how else could you explain that simply by looking at a stranger your world had flipped upside down? The other half argued that this was stupid, that you're making a fool of yourself with all these sappy ideations. But the first option seemed more tempting, you had to see that man again.

You started by walking around japan in various buildings in pursuit of finding that man. Looking in buildings where he might be.

When that didn't work, you went online and searched up those same buildings you visited and looked up their employees. And thats when you found him.

Teru Mikami. He works as a criminal prosecutor. Your eyes lit up and you could feel your heart pick up its pace as you stared at the photo on your computer screen. It was definitely, undoubtedly the man who stopped you on that bridge. You couldn't help the smile that creeped up on your face. A genuine, excited smile. One you haven't expressed in god knows how long. After finding where he works, his office and address, you wrote him a letter, ignoring how creepy and obsessive this all seemed.

"Dear Mr. Mikami, i want to thank you for saving my life. I will chose to remain anonymous and not disclose any detail on how i know you or your address, but i want you to know how grateful i am. By some miracle our paths have crossed on that fateful day, and it was like you brought color in a colorless world. You brought meaning into a meaningless life, you have no idea how much power you must bear to change someone's life in just a single moment. Because of you, i have found a purpose in my once dull life that had nothing to offer me. I have found passions for romance and fate. I believe it was fates intent for you to save me, and i am forever indebted to you. So, if it is fates will that we shall meet again, so be it. I will no longer try to contact you to test my belief. And if we so happen to see each other once again, it means we were meant to be."

That letter was sent a few days ago now, and your days now have purpose. You spend your days looking over your shoulder, hoping to see Teru. You've never been this impatient, never this expecting, but now you have something to look forward to. And you've never been this happy.

And so you spent the last month in anticipation, yearning to see the man in that trenchcoat again.

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"Mr. Mikami, you have a letter. Doesn't say who it is from"

A female worker announced and gingerly handed Mikami the envelope. And just as she said, there is no sender address. Mikami hums and thanks his co-worker before opening it shortly after she left. His eyes skimmed over the writing, impressed by the formation of words. He slid his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose as he read the last sentence, the slightest bit flattered. He put the letter back in the envelope and slid it in his briefcase to keep, but he didn't think much of it afterwards, he had other things to attend to.

On a wednesday afternoon Mikami was just heading back home on his regular commute, preforming his routine schedule to the train station when he saw a familiar face in the crowd.

It was an intentional stop as he waited to see what they'd do. Their expression was a bit empty and they didn't seem to be paying attention as they continued walking, and they ended up hitting Mikami square in the chest.

"O-oh, sorry i-"

As the person who just colided with him looked up to apologize, they were stopped in their tracks as they recognized who stood before them.

"You..."

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That same wave of emotion came crashing down on you as you stared at the angel before you. It was a nickname you came up with by yourself, Angel. A spiritual being sent by a god or being of higher power to work as an attendant or messenger, and it seemed to you that whatever being was watching over you had sent that man to save your life for whatever reason.

You were so caught up in the shock of seeing your savior that you barely had time to think of what you were saying.

"Mr. Mikami. May i- may i ask where you're headed?"

"I was just heading back to my residence."

And so that smooth, youthful voice came out to bless your ears, and you were broken down once again. He stood tall and unmoving, causing the crowd behind him have to walk around him with a few remarks, but he seemed unbothered.

"Would you mind if i followed...?"

You knew it was a stupid question, but part of you hoped he would answer yes and allow you to be in his private sanctuary. That delusional part of you that lead you to send that letter. But if you two had really bumped into each other again, maybe this wasn't all stupid.

But before you could feed your delusions even more, you were hit with a metal pan in the form of words.

"Actually, i would. I have no time for meaningless mingling. So if you have nothing important to offer, i shall be on my way."

You quickly told him you were the one who sent that letter, and that seemed to pique his interest in the way he walked a single pace slower, allowing you to tag along with him for a moment. You guys had a rather dry conversation, you were mostly carrying it. But despite his dry responses, you still felt your heart race at the simple thought of you holding his attention.

At the end of your walk, a few blocks from his apartment so you wouldn't be able to identify which complex he resides in, you offered a form of contact, pushing your belief that fate had brought you two together. And to your luck, he accepted.

He didn't give you any of his contacts, he was far too paranoid and suspicious. But he took yours after you wrote it down on a receipt and told you to leave. You obeyed and headed to your own place of institution, your heart feeling rather fulfilled and content that you now had some form of contact, now you just had to wait for him to each out.

The question sat in your stomach for the following days, Would he reach out?... ༄

The end ࿓༘𑣲

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Three boxes of pads, two boxes of tampons, a bit of chocolate and a heating pad.

"The chocolate was a reluctant purchase. My ideals do not align with the excess sugars and unhealthy ingredients in standard chocolate, therefore i have thought of a compromise and purchased more authentic chocolate. To my knowledge, chocolate aids menstrual pain and cravings."

He would ask if you are uncomfortable, make sure you drink extra water and run a hot bath for you.

Although emotional skills are not his strong suit, and he would try to solve your emotional problems with logical answers, he would then offer to sit with you while you cry and he'd be patient whenever you have mood swings.

His hugs would be stiff and awkward, but the intention is there. He'd let you lay on his chest for about ten to fifteen minutes before he gets up and gets back to work.

"I have indispensable work to do, and i have a very important person to serve. The sooner i get things done, the sooner we will reunite. My line of work requires patience and order."

He'd be a little extra, asking you every now and then if you're okay, asking if you need anything and, if he has time, go to the stores to get any craving you want. You barely have to say what you want, because he already knows your favorite drink by heart and exactly which aisle your favorite snacks are.

He would be a bit more lenient on his schedule to take care of you. And he'd suggest you take time off of work if you're having cramps, but he wouldn't stop you if you chose to still go.

He'd kind of do everything for you. He wouldn't make a show of it, just take on the chores you normally do. He'd make sure everything is clean and tidy even tho it already was, that the bed sheets are fresh as well as your clothes.