this post was taken from my previous blog, which was published on 10.12.2014, 0009 

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A Stranger who Brought Me Back to Life

I looked into the mirror to find a hideous reflection. Messy hair, dark under eyes circles with a forlorn look plastered on my face. I was such a wreck these past two weeks. I had not been getting any sleep lately, or at least I tried. I had been locking myself in my apartment, tossing and turning between the living room and bedroom. I did not want to breathe any more. Not after what had happened. The boy I loved and cherished for my whole life, Minho, dumped me because of some random girl he met at a club. I did not know behind his gentle expression, there were pools of lies in his eyes, full of deceit and sweet talks. I should have known better when Taehyun advised me not to compromise with a sly like Minho. Regretting now was not a choice although one thing for sure, I did not want to stay under the same sky as him anymore.

I got out of the bathroom and made my way out of my apartment. The place reeked with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. I had not been nice to myself lately. With a empty heart, I climbed the stairs which lead to the rooftop of my apartment in the city of New York. It was almost dawn at that time, so the sun shone its magnificent rays. Unfazed by the sun's beauty, I stepped on the edge of the rooftop. I could feel the cold concrete floor as I took my last step bare feet. The cold wind sent shivers to my spine as I looked downwards to see the bustling of the streets. I was high up on a 10-storey building where no one down can see me. I was ready to do it. I was ready to end my life forever, hoping to never be so heart -broken ever again. As tears slowly dripping from my eyes, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As I was reaching out my left foot in the air, ready to jump, something out of the blue happened.

...

I was yanked backwards and felt a pair of warm hands around my waist. The scent was also familiar, similar to Minho's BOSS perfume, 

"Minho?" 

The question rang in my head. I looked upon to see a stranger's face. Feeling angry and confused with a hint of regret(thinking it was Minho), I pushed the stranger away from me. 

"Why did you stop me? Can't you keep your nose out of someone's business?!" I bawled at him. He stared in bewilderment and said, "You were jumping off a building, I was saving you from dying. Were you trying to kill yourself?" 

I replied, " So what if I want to kill myself? Leave me alone, I don't want to live in this planet anymore,"  I screamed in agony for holding the pain that's been inside me so long. If I wasn't killing myself, I would be dead sooner because I was slowly dying inside. I started crying hysterically and fell to the ground. I let myself drowned in more hot tears as I hid my face behind my hands, not caring the stranger's presence. At that nick of time, I felt a pair of warm hands hugging me tightly, stroking my hair. I wanted to push away but I couldn't find the strength to; his hug was the comfort I've been longing for. And as long as I remembered, my eyes closed as I felt so secured and serene in his arms.

...

I opened my eyes to see an unfamiliar environment. I was not on the rooftop any more, I was on a bed. The stranger noted I was awake, and flashed me a smile, with a simple " Hey,"

The stranger introduced himself as Jongin. Apparently, we stayed at the same apartment except his was at a few levels below mine, He is currently taking ballet and jazz classes at Julia's Arts Performing Academy downtown. " Are you okay, did you had a good nap?" He asked. I gave him a weak smile and reassured that I was fine. I thanked him for saving me even though deep down in my heart, I did not mean it. I was still devastated and wanted to end my life as soon as possible.  

We chatted for a few minutes then Jongin decided to hit me with hard questions. "Why did you wanted to kill yourself? Don't you love yourself?" I looked into his eyes, and feared to tell him my reasons. But he had a trustworthy aura, my guts saying I should tell him my story. So I poured out the whole reasons, told him how my relationship with Minho ended me killing myself. I thought he would judge me on how terrible person I was. Instead, he flashed a smile and touched my hands. 

" Can you get ready, I want to bring you somewhere."

I changed into his smallest pair of clothes, ignoring the fact that I could have went upstairs and change in my apartment. I tied my hair neatly and looked into a small mirror in his bathroom. I tried to search for a smile in the empty face of mine, but nothing came out. All I see is a pathetic girl who just lost her boyfriend. 

...

We hopped into his mini cooper as Jongin drove us somewhere. I did not know where were going as I did not bother to ask. I dozed off in the car as the sad melancholic song on radio played to my feelings. I woke up to see Jongin looking attentively at me, He smiled and told me we have arrived at our destination. I looked out of the car window to see an old abandoned looking house in a suburban area. He opened car door for me and led me to the front porch of the house. Feeling confused, I tugged him and asked, " Why are we here? I don't want to visit anyone," He gently laughed at my question and replied, " No, we're not visiting anyone. Just put your trust in me," He held my hands and went into the house. I looked left and right to find dusty and old furniture and a few frames of pictures hanging on the wall. I looked to see Jongin;s expression has changed. His eyes softened a bit, only this time he look a little bit sadder.

We went upstairs, still hand in hand. I thought I must be crazy to follow a stranger into a house, but my life was not a bed of roses anymore so I decided to follow along his lead. I gave him my trust, because if he would done something bad to me, he would already done it at his apartment.

We went into a room full of children toys and books. "This was my favorite room when I was a child. I spent my whole childhood in this room," He exclaimed happily and let out a grin. I looked at him with a blank expression, not comprehending his cheerful exclamation. He made me sit on a sofa while he searched for something in the bookshelves in the room. He took out a photo album and made his way to the sofa. " I want to show you something," he said. He opened the photo album and showed me an old picture of a woman and  a man holding a little boy. I guessed the boy was Jongin, and the two elderly was his parents.

"Shin Min- ah, I want to tell you something. You see, the woman in this picture was my mom. She died at the age of 25 because of lung cancer, so I only had seen her when I was around 1 or 2 years old, I would do anything to see her again," He looked at me with a sad smile, tears forming in his eyes. After his mother's death, his dad died because of a broken heart and took drugs. Jongin was an orphan since then. He was raised by his aunt.

He then touched my hands and gave me a warm gaze. " I don't want to see you wasting your life Shin Min- ah. You still have a long way to go. Please, I remembered how my mom suffered, saying that she did not want to die because she doesn't want to part ways from me and my father. She was having severe stage of cancer, and she was too weak and fragile. And I lost my father too. Please, do not waste your life over a boy. That boy, Minho is just a passerby in your life. You will find someone better soon," He gave me a weak smile and let go of my hands. He was drained in his own tears.

Tears were forming in my eyes as I slowly realized on how much I could have wasted my life if I had jumped off that builidng. I looked to Jongin, seeing his pain expression on how much he misses his mom. His words made me realized that how much I wanted to end my life and at the same time someone is wishing to bring back a life. I was grateful to him. I was grateful that this stranger was kind enough to open up and help a stranger, like me.

Wiping the tears in my eyes, I hugged Jongin and whispered, "Thank you. Thank you so much for saving me," I looked at him and wiped his tears away, " Don't cry anymore, you look ugly when you cry." We both let out a hesitant laugh and sensed a great friendship in the future.

After that, I was determined to live my life the fullest.