Chapter 2: I hope it's worth it.

I need to stop. I’m getting ahead of myself.

To shake my mind off with unnecessary thoughts, I focused my attention instead and tried to look around but the maze of empty stalls hindering my vision.

I can’t see her from here. I need to get closer.

I grow nervous as I come nearer and nearer to my destination. 

I hope she’s still there. Did I bring my phone? Shit. I left it at home. 

Fuck, I guess my luck still sucks even on Christmas ha hah…

FAAAKK!!!!

I heave a sigh of relief as I turned the last corner. There, by the ledge of the iron railings, sitting recklessly, was a girl ill-prepared for the cold winter night, wearing only a cardigan over...r…. her… 

what...

what is that…? 

is that a...?

…

???

!!!

A Maid outfit?! … huh?....  

…

…

...

Wait, that’s not important. How am I supposed to go there anyway? 

Maybe I could say something? 

Probably something like “Hey baby. It’s dangerous out here. Why don’t you come with me so I can take care of you…”

…

FAAAAAKKKKKK THAT’S CRINGEEEEEE.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!

WHY THE FUCK WOULD I THINK THAT’S SOMETHING OKAY TO SAY????

Also, what if she gets scared that someone suddenly appeared behind her. One wrong move and I might startle, her and-

My mind wandered off before I could finish my thoughts. 

I just hope she isn’t thinking of- 

What if on the off chance she is? She’s crying too.

I tried to erase these dark thoughts but they didn’t vanish. Instead, they lingered and became increasingly convincing the nearer I came to my destination.

How should I approach this? 

Hearing her soft sobs only makes my options fewer. 

Shit. Then, there’s only one way I can think of. 

Miss, don’t think too badly of me. There’s no time and I’m risking being branded as a pervert trying to presumably save you! 

This is… this is… uhh… divine intervention. 

"Uh. Yes, I’m a pervert with good intentions"