June

One

  I messed up.
  There I was, standing on the ledge at the top of the building. I was eager to jump. I was breathing heavily through my mouth. My hair was so short it was all I could see while looking down at the ground below. I could feel the weight from the two chain braids I had on each side of my hair. The weight was as heavy as my fear from the top of the building.
  "Wait-" said a male voice.
  I turn my head quickly to notice a guy around my age standing there with his hands midair, hands open and slowly walking towards me.
  "Don't do it." He said breathing heavily.
  "Go away." I turned back around to look down at the street below once again.
  "I've been in your shoes. Don't do it."
  I turn around slowly. He held out his hand. I grabbed it. My hands were sweaty. I was shaking as he helped me down from the ledge. He saved me.
  "Are you okay? Do you need me to call someone-"
  "Who are you?" I interrupted him.
  "I'm Alexander Presley."
  "June Montgomery."
  "I saw you from down below. I ran up the stairs." He said.
  I stared at him. I had no idea what to do. How does one react to almost seeing someone die? Answer, you don't.
  I had wanted everything to end. The need for time to stop was constant. I was suffocating. Alexander knew I wasn't going to be able to jump. That is why I got off the ledge so quickly. Because I couldn't do it. The fear overcame my conscience and my heart felt like it was almost going to implode.
  He saved me. How does one repay someone for saving them? Answer, I don't know.
  He walked me down the stairs. It was obvious he was afraid to leave me alone. We were on the sidewalk. I looked up and notice how tall the building was. I looked at Alexander and hugged him. His arms went around my waist tightly. He was afraid to let go. As was I. The warmth of his body mixed with the cold air from reality made me safe.
  "Thank you." I whispered.
  He only hugged me tighter. His long brown coat covered my white long sleeve and blue jeans. I was warm. Safe. If being afraid meant this hug would last forever, I'd spend the rest of my life fearing. But I cannot. Fearing makes you stronger in a way. I cannot explain it.
  "Type in your number?" He released from the hug and gave me his phone.
  My fingers were shaking. I couldn't breathe properly. I was really quiet. He did most of the talking. The world was quiet. His voice was muffled and distant. I blocked the world out. Refusing to hear any bullshit.
  I can never stop saying he saved me because he did. Without his intrusion, I probably wouldn't of been here right now. In all honesty.