Fallen Angel

Waking up the next morning I felt better than I had in days. I took a shower and checked the healing cut on my hand. That day had been one of the worst and also one of the best days of my pitiful existence. My brother and his fiance got in a fight so once she left he screamed at me for what seemed like hours before he stormed off to class. I went to work in the library and as I had been sorting books one of my brothers students started telling me about what an amazing guy he was. I was about to cut my wrist right then but I had to wait. While I was in the tree I had saw Andy walk past and go to the concert hall right before some assholes threw a pair of shoes at me. I climbed higher in the tree and cut my hand because I didn't really have room on my arms anymore and it would be hard to get to my thighs wearing jeans and I didn't want to flash anyone. I hadn't eaten or drank anything all day and fainted as I was about to wrap my hand. Luckily Andy was there to catch me and he patched me up which I appreciated but I couldn't help but wonder what he thought of me. My brother thought I was disgusting, my parents were dead because of me and no one liked me here.

I ended up going to the concert that night and found my name on a backstage list but refused. Andy sang so beautifully I wanted to cry. I didn't of course. I don't cry but his words really hit home and I wanted him to know me. I wanted the friendship he had offered me earlier that day. As I left I thought about going backstage but if he refused to hang out with me after what he saw it would have broke me so I texted him. My name is Abigail, or Abbie I knew it was kind of late so I just went home and went to work early the next day. Andy texted me while I was working and I answered when I could. I told him to meet me when I got off. I ended up waiting for him because I got off early and stuck my nose in a book. I was lounging reading a romantic novel when he walked up to me. I acknowledged him and continued reading I just need to finish the chapter and then we could go do whatever. He had brought a lunch and I guess set it up before he met me. It was so sweet I could kiss him.

Even though I told Andy it wasn't a date I had still wanted it to be one and I was glad he read my mind. We sat and talked for hours I almost kissed him four different times but it seemed like he was waiting for the right time. When the sun was setting we kissed nothing too "OMG Dying !" but it made my stomach flutter a little. He walked me home and kissed my cheek and I haven't been able to sleep. I've been sitting up reading and replaying the events in my head.

Notes

Filler... I just figured I'd share Abbie's thoughts since it's in Andy's POV. What do you think?