Millie's POV

I sit in my room, staring at myself in the reflection of my mirror. All of my scars on my arms and legs are a tint red from being outside today. My eyes are drooping a little, and I look miserable.

I need to stop doing this to myself.

I get up and go into the bathroom, and sit down on the floor. I feel as emotionless as I always do. What's the point of living anymore if there is nothing to live for? My parents are drunks, and all of the friends I had left me.

I fiddle with the razor now inbetween my thumb and index finger, and look at my arm. I put it up against my arm, and soon enough it drew blood. I suddenly stopped, and grabbed a towel to make my arm stop bleeding.

I need help.

I need to go to my spot. After a couple minutes trying to heal my arm, I get up and walk out of the bathroom, putting on a hoodie and leaving. It's around 9:00, the sun is setting in half an hour. I get in my car and drive about ten minutes to my spot.

I picked this spot because it is peaceful. There's a river that runs through this spot of the woods, and there are huge rocks upon rocks to sit on. I get to my spot and decide to sit down on one of the rocks, and stare at the water.

"It's pretty, isn't it," I hear a voice from behind me say, causing me to jump a bit and turn around.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything," The guy said smiling. Ive never seen him before. He has dark curly hair, and a tall figure. He looks abnormally pale, too. He's my age.

"Can I sit here?" He asks, and I hesitantly nod, letting him sit by me. He slowly sits down, and takes a deep breath out.

"I'm Millie." I said, looking at him. He was smiling. I always admire people who have a natural smile. I can't remember the last time I smiled.

"My name is Finn. Nice to meet you, Millie. But can I ask you why you're here so late at night?" He asked, still smiling. I looked down.

"I mean, it can't hurt to tell a stranger. I just needed somewhere to be where it's peaceful, calming. You know?" I said, and he nodded.

"Yeah, me too. I have the worst headache." He said, and I nodded. He looks a little off. Should I say something?

"I'll tell you what's wrong with me if you don't stare at me and try to guess," He said, chuckling. I smiled at his laugh, one of the first real smiles in a long time. Why does a stranger have this effect on me?

"Sorry." I said, looking away, smiling.

"Well, I have a cancerous brain tumor that's impossible to take out. I have a year or two, if I keep staying healthy and stuff. I'm trying to enjoy my life as much as I can, before..you know." He said, and my eyes widened.

"I'm so sorry, Finn. That must be terrible." I said, and he nodded, but he didn't look sad.

"It's okay, I don't like to dwell on it. I just want to live my life to the fullest until I die. It's pretty fun when you don't care what other people think, you know." He said, and I nodded.

"Are there symptoms or anything that make you unable to do certain things?" I ask, and he nodded.

"Well there's headaches, dizziness, changes in vision, hearing, all that stuff. So I just have to be careful." He said, and I nodded.

"But even though I have blurry vision sometimes, I can still tell how amazingly pretty you are right now." He said, and my eyes widened, and I looked at him. He smiled.

"See? The fun of not caring what people think." He said, and we both laughed. He looked at me a little more, and I'm just glad the suns going down so he can't see how red my cheeks are.

"So what's your story? I can tell there's something you're hiding." He said, and I looked down.

"No judging?" I asked, and he shook his head no.

"Well..I've been depressed most of my life, but my drunk parents never seem to care about it. So I've been cutting myself for a couple of years. I have no friends who are there for me, and no family who loves me. It's kind of a lonely life." I said, and he just looked at me.

"Well I'll be your friend who's there for you." He said, and I smiled.

"There's that smile. You know you look cuter with a smile on your face." He said, smiling.

"How do you do it?" I ask.

"Do what?" He said, the grin not leaving his face.

"Keep up a happy attitude, when your life is going so downhill." I said, and he shrugged.

"I don't want to die sad. I want to live my days happy." He said, and I smiled.

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We talked for so long I didn't even realize it was 11:00.

I don't believe in love at first sight, but I sure do believe in like at first sight. If that's a thing?

"I should get going," I said, and he nodded and stood up. He gave an arm to me to help me up, and we both stumbled a bit, and he grabbed my waist to steady me. I smiled, and he did too.

"Close your eyes," Finn said, and I smiled closing my eyes, feeling as if I can trust him.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt a pair of lips on mine. I opened my eyes in shock, but closed them. We let go, and he smiled at me.

"I wanted to do that since I saw you like two hours ago." He said, and we both laughed.

"You might have just saved my life, Finn." I said, and he looked me in the eyes.

"And you might have just made the rest my life a journey with you, Millie."

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My short story, heheh.

I'm ending my other books I think, and when I have time I'm just going to do short stories. Would y'all like that??? It'd be more frequent if an update than my other books.

Also, this is basically the topic I told some people to write about, so just don't copy exactly this. :)