Last week, someone had saved your life, you didn't know who it was but you remembered what they looked like. Last week, you were almost killed a some thug, but someone in blue jeans came to your rescue and fought the man, then took you to the hospital. He was the last person you saw before you passed out, and you hadn't seen him since. You really wanted to know who he was and thank him for saving your life, but you couldn't find him, the doctors said they had no idea who he was since he never gave a name.

You were sitting in a park, with your arm bandaged from the stitches you needed. You could say you were traumatized from the whole experience, it made you so worried about things and so grateful to be alive. The thought lingered in your head.

What if that man never came?

You'd be dead, definitely. That man was your savior. That man was who you owed your life too. And you didn't know who he was...

This thought made you sad, you'd never know the person that saved your life. You'd never be able to thank him.

You suddenly felt tears start to fall down your cheeks.

'Why am I crying? I'm alive aren't I? I should be happy?"

You just started at the grass you sat on and let the tears fall. This whole experience shook you up, that's for sure.

"Are you alright? I don't want to see you so upset again"

You were broken out of your thoughts by a soothing voice. It sounded very familiar. When you looked up, you saw the blue jeans and messy hair of that same man that saved you.

You threw your hands over you mouth and let heavy sobs shake your body.

"It's you! I- I can't thank you enough!"

You threw your arms around him in an impulse reaction and cried in his shoulder. He accepted the hug and wrapped his arms around you.

"I couldn't let you die" he replied.

"I OWE YOU MY LIFE! IM SO GRATEFUL, T-THANK YOU SO MUCH!"

"Don't mention it"

"S-stop being so humble, you saved my life for god sakes, praise yourself a little!"

"It was noting really"

He was stubborn. But in a good way.

You pulled back from the hug and laughed, wiping your teas away.

"I'm such a mess, sorry you had to see that" you replied.

He gave you a smile, the cutest smile you'd ever seen.

"Nonsense, you've been though a lot all the trauma and the news reports on your back, you have a reason to be a mess" he said.

"You must be an angel..." you said.

"Definitely not, I just couldn't let you get hurt"

There was a moment of silence.

"Where did you disappear too? I never caught your name"

"I guess you could say don't like the spotlight, I wanted to make sure you were ok, but I'm not exactly on the same page with news channels" he said.

"I guess that makes sense. Well you know who I am... but who exactly are you? Who is my savior?"

"Who am I..? You can call me L"