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"Excuse me, miss, you dropped this." Said a young voice behind you as you turned a corner.

Your pace slowed as you whipped around, hoping it wasn't some creep trying to pick up on you.

That's all that men were after all—scumbags with no purpose other than to wreak havoc on your life.

That was besides the point, what stood in front of you was a tall boy with a black oversized hoodie on, eyes pink, almost like the sunset currently creeping away.

"What?" You uttered.

"Your wallet miss, you dropped it...." he says as he holds out your gray pleated leather wallet.

"Oh- thanks." You say, reaching out and taking it, ready to turn around and continue on your meaningless journey.

"You're not going to ask if I took any money out?" The boy said, trailing after you.

"No, there's nothing to take, unless you want my ID..." You chuckled as you continued walking, hoping he'd leave you alone.

Yeah he was cute, but he was also a stranger, it was best to get away quick.

He persisted on, "I saw a dollar in there." He said.

You stopped in your tracks, slowly getting more and more annoyed by the second.

What did he want?

The dollar?

"Take it." You said, opening the wallet, your emotions building up.

"No, I don't want the dollar!-" he awkwardly yelped, as he saw tears building up in your eyes.

He didn't know why you were seemingly falling apart before him with no explanation.

Then again could he blame you?

He was in his own situation a few minutes before.

"Sir, what is it that you want?!" You said, your voice gradually raising.

You knew this was your braking point.

Something so small and inconvenient seemed to push you over the edge.

And before you knew it, the edge seemed way behind you.

You snapped when he went quiet, no answer in sight.

"What do you want from me?! I'm having a hard time alright? So what the fuck do you want?!" You spat, your emotions catching up with you.

"I've tried not to cry for the longest, i feel like crap, I went through hell and back within the span of a few minutes because he simply doesn't want me anymore!..."

You gathered your thoughts as you finished yelling at the stranger for a moment.

"...So what do you want? A dollar? Four years of my love and time to just leave me in the cold for another girl?- what do you want....."

The last questions sounded more like a statement.

You were tired.

But his next words seemed to jolt you out of your fatigued and messy state.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

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