All For Love Part 1

You would probably hate me. I have this loathsome attitude of being snobbish. I don’t response to any passersby’s greeting. I would merely go on walking without the tolerance shown on this sort of crap for I just talk to people I really want to talk to. Many people hate me and only a few of my classmates have the guts to converse with me on a day.

Everyone thought that I would be like that for the rest of my life yet everything seems to be changing. 

It was a Thursday evening. I have no umbrella that time and so I had nothing else to do than to wait for the rain to end. The rain was so hard I can’t even wait for something magical to transpire.

“Do you need help?” – that sentence rumbled the silence of my dreams. I can’t believe someone has approached me. It was this tall guy offering me his umbrella. His voice was not infuriated; it was gentle as thin air. 

It was the first time I accepted a help. And for the least, it came from a guy. He accompanied me to the bus station. Luckily, he was able to hear my weak “thank you”.

On my way home, I realized that I forgot one thing:  I forgot to ask his name.