My Last Breath: A Dying Man's Love And Wish

"Honestly. I don't know. In a way, it just doesn't matter what happens. Whether I live or die makes no different as it has no impact anyone's life." I walked past her and then to the elevator.

Death. I never had a conversation with myself about that. I was never bothered that it might come knocking at my doorstep even if it was so sudden. But now that it had come, I am doing everything I wanted just to keep myself from thinking about it. My response to Evee was to get her off the topic.

The elevator opened and we walked in. The atmosphere was awkward because of the reigning silence.

"Why were you on the rooftop? You looked pretty scared of heights, you barely managed to stand." I asked her, trying to reduce the tension in the air.

"I don't know." Evee looked down with a look of disappointment.

"Evee. Did you go up there to clear your head. Or to do what you thought I was going to do." I asked her in a low voice without turning my head to her.

Surprisingly, she kept quiet. I suppose even she was unsure of what she was going to do up there. I may have not known her reason for going up there, but this kind girl was living a hell of her own.

This beautiful girl who was filled with kindness suffered from a disease I didn't want to catch by all means. The disease was known as regret, born from guilt.

"I see." As I understood her response, I couldn't help but brush her hair with my hand. That simple gesture coupled with a smile should be enough to soothe her broken heart. At least I thought so.

The elevator opened on the lobby floor. Instead of walking out, Evee clutched at my shirt and pulled me closer. She wasn't scared or anything. It was an involuntary action a Evee seemed to be in deep thought. I think she was still to understand something. Maybe something I said.

Not to be rude, but it didn't matter to me what she had going through her skull. It was inconsequential and meaningless to me either way. What would a dying man have to worry about about.

"Hey. Are you okay? It's time to get off now." I held her hand and pulled her out of the daze.

She was startled and snapped out of her eyes ahead. Realizing she was holding my onto me tightly, Evee dropped her face in embarrassment apologetically.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"Don't worry about it. Can you lemme me go now?" I said nonchalantly, cutting her off.

Evve wasn't offended. But she just walked past me and I came after her, heading to the exit.

"Can I---"

"Of course you can borrow my phone. The is no password. Just make the call as quick as you can, okay?" I cut her off again.

How did I k own she wanted to borrow my phone? Simple, she wasn't holding any. She didn't have pockets. And mostly, she was heading towards an exit, meaning she wanted to leave this place.

The only way she was leaving this place, was if she had to make a call. Or she had to borrow cab money from me. Heavens know I wasn't in the mood to get tangled up with a stranger.

We walked out with her trying multiple calls. By the looks of it, none of the people she was calling picked up their phones. The look on her face was a clear sign of displeasure. I could be a gentleman and offer her a transport money or stay over night at my place but---.

"Can I stay with you tonight." She suddenly asked. I was perplexed. Her request froze me in place and my mind felt as though a cool breeze of air just washed over my brain.

"Hahahahahahahah..." I couldn't help but laugh. "You've got some jokes. I have never in my days thought you would---."

"I'm not someone like this usually. But my sister has my phone and isn't answering it. I don't know the address I live. And now that no one is coming to get me, I will probably get lost." She cut me off. Seeing her innocent looking face, I could almost imagine puppy eyes in her request.

A single thought dawned in my head at that moment.

'Damn it all. What kind of mess did I just get myself in.'

"Asking a stranger for a sleeping place. You're rather daring Miss Evergarden." I said, flashing a serious look.

"You are trying to dissuade from coming with you?" She asked with a low voice.

"I wouldn't be asking you if I had another option. I came to this party because of my sister. But now I can't find her. Please.... I really need your help. I can tell you are a good person." She said with her voice lowering and rising.

"Tell me something. Did you know that rapist and traffickers don't have marks distinguishing them from any other normal people in this city?" As I said this, I could see her gulp.

Her eyes darted around, breaking from my gaze. For some reason she still didn't flinch or take a step back in fear as I had hoped she would.

This was one surprising form of naïveté. If it was desperation, I have to admit I haven't seen it on this scale.

"You know what, let's just get going." I said, raising my hand and one of the hotel attendants came rushing.

I took the car keys out of my pocket and handed to him without a word. Neither of us said anything until my car was brought to me. The man parked it in front of me and got out. He jumped out and gave me the keys.

I opened the door for her to enter. Truth be told, I didn't appreciate the responsibility I had tied to me.

"Let's go. If you're sure about this that is." My words were still trying to have her change her mind. However pointless that seemed.

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