The fated meeting

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As she went further down the ally, the sun was almost gone, and this area was not enlightened with streetlamps, it was the poorest area of the entire city, and no one in their right mind came down here by their own will. As she saw how fast the sun was setting, she began to run. The bullying had been bad earlier that day and she had dropped all the books over the entire floor, someone had helped her with picking them up by gathering a few of the books and handing them to her, but she had been way to busy with getting home, that she didnt even see who helped her. The bullying made her a bit late this afternoon, but she had to make it home in time for making the dinner. While she was running, she felt her cold body hurting, but if she kept going, she would get the body warmed up or at least she hoped so. Suddenly, she fell on the bricks, all the books flew out of her hands for the second time this day and she landed hard on the cold, wet hard bricks. Trying to protect her head she tried catching herself by using her hands and she felt a sharp pain in her left wrist, but she couldn’t care less “no no no no no” she was on the brink of crying, she began gathering the books again, hoping that the rain wouldn’t destroy them. She needed them to help the little ones. As she was crawling around the trying to pick up all of the books, she felt someone’s presence behind her. What should she do? No one walked around in this area unless they had some creepy business. However, she didn’t feel as on edge as she should. Suddenly the hand began picking up the books with her, she got up and he extended the books to her. She turned her head towards the helper and saw the silhouette of what she thought must be, the most beautiful being on earth. She stuttered “thank you” her voice was low almost non-existent. The silhouette stood in total silence, just looking at her, several minutes went by.
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