Better Things are Coming

[Inspired by a movie titled 'Fghting'. Picture is taken from the movie scene.]

A little boy, around the age of 7 is sitting on a bench of a park. His mouth never stops chewing the gummy bears with her legs swinging back and forth down from the seat. A girl, not really far from where the boy sits is sitting on a swing, she giggles cheerfully as if swinging on the swing is the best reason to be happy. That was children. They have enough reasons to be happy. Unlike me. I am just a piece of shit. I am sitting here, homeless, no family. I don't have anything but few pieces of clothing.

I got fired a weeks ago because I spat right onto my boss' face. I don't wanna tell the reason but one thing he deserves worse than just my respecting saliva. I just got dumped from cozy little flat cause I couldn't pay the bills. Obviously. I have spent the first two nights sleeping here at the other bench of the park before my mate welcomed me to stay in his apartment till I get a better job. I envy the kids who can just be happy for simplest reasons and I wish I were one of them, under the care of my mom, being spoiled, and shit.

Instead I am a guy who is eating cheap street food at the park while watching the kids. Once in a while losing in thought and cursing his life. I see nothing but darkness except tonight that I will I have a date with a very very gorgeous female in town. Her daddy is a multi billionaire shit, I ever met him for the first time and I had no power to say a word. His eyes were too intimidating and like shooting me down to my knees. I might look well shaped and muscly but his eyes were like eagle ready to hunt his prey.

The kids are taken away by their parents after catching me staring suspiciously at their daughter, they might think I plan to kidnap their kids, I didn't give shit cause well I am too excited for the date I will have, despite all the pathetic stories I carry. Me and my angel catch up at a rooftop of abandoned building just around the corner. I walk from the park after I finish my cold food. I look at myself for a little bit and I think I look just fine. I walk and can't wait to meet her immediately.

It's been weeks since last time I saw her. By only looking at her face half of my nerves, my pessimistic, my point of surrender vanish. And her smile makes my heart skip a bit, I approach her and stop inches away in front of her. I can smell her perfume, always smells like coconut. I return the smile and I take my eyes away from her because damn it I can't keep up, she is just too gorgeous for a poor man like me.

She swings her hand but she doesn’t touch me. She never does. I imagine how it feels so great when her hand runs down my back but then I am drown in her embrace, I wrap my arms around her and embrace her like there is no tomorrow. But no I won’t do that. It’s enough for now to just get her near me. Enough to calm me down. She is enough to give me reason to smile. But then.. I hear a sob. She is crying burying her face in her hands.

"What happens?" I ask under my breath and I think I am the weakest man ever. Yeah she is my weakness, and seeing her cry makes it even worse.

"Who hurts you? Tell me!" I ask like an idiot but I will do anything I will make sure she is okay.

"I missed you." She says in between her sobs then she takes her hands away uncovering her face. I can see her face again. She wipes her tear off her face and chuckle in her cry. "I am sorry I am crying."

I find it so cute of her that I want to pull her into another hug but all I do is stand there and watch her wipe her eyes.

"I need to talk about something.." I say hesitantly then she immediately grabs me by tugging at my shirt leading towards a worn-out sofa near a corner of the rooftop, sits steady against the wall. We plop onto it and sit next to each other. "What do you want to talk?" She asks.

I tell her what happened to me. And I need her to comfort me. She does as always. He voice softly and lovingly rubs over myself, she supports me, she tells that she will help me financially but I simply refuse I am not that kind of guy, I am telling her because I need someone to tell me that everything is going to be better soon that is enough for me.

We eventually fall asleep next to each other for few hours and when I open my eyes I see her smile for the thousand times. She cleans my heart. I want to spend more time with her but we know it is the time to say good bye. I walk her down the building and let her take a cab to go back home while I take another direction to my friend's apartment. I kick a stone away like a professional footballer. I take a deep breath, putting my hood on and jog till I reach the apartment.

I strip my hoodie and jeans off and carelessly throw the on the floor and throw myself in bed. I sleep like a corpse and I wake up the next day with her face still in my mind. I sit for good few minutes rubbing my eyes like a little baby then I pick my clothes up from the floor to throw them in the hamper. My mate greets me but he doesn't take his eyes off his laptop screen. Playing game and having nice creamy coffee, his morning ritual.

Something that catches my attention when I pick my clothes from the floor is a piece of paper lays on the floor, with a handwritten on it. It is familiar. Hers. It reads My bottom lip inserts between my upper and lower teeth. I walk towards the balcony.

I know I will marry her.