The End

According to the movie Mr. And Mrs. Smith, “In the end, you start to think about the beginning.”

So when you’re dangling from a cliff and you’re deathly afraid of heights, you think about what got you there. You rack your brain to remember where your worries began, and in the end you blame the guy who drove you crazy enough to get yourself stuck on the edge of a cliff. And in my case, he was Kent Clark. No, he’s not superman. Though he did rock that “S” logo on his right arm. I should have known guys with tatoos were up to no good.

And as cliche as it might sound, I still fell for the bad boy.

It was great in the beginning. It always is. Though he was high tempered and was constantly on his man period, it was great. Sure, he liked pushing my buttons, but I liked pushing his buttons too. 

But when he started making dangerous sports a usual thing during our dates and threatening to date other girls if I said no, it started to go down hill. And then he started to smoke in my face just to get a cough out of me, then he’d laugh making more smoke smother my face. And when I saw a red underwear in his apartment even though we’ve never had sex, I drew the line.

“The underwear is for you! So you would..” He paused, then whispered in a small voice. “Maybe move in with me.”

“And you gave me a freaking underwear? Could not have given just a simple flower or something?” His lips were suddenly on mine, completely shutting me up.

“Did you just hear what I said? I asked you to move in with me, something I’ve never done with any of my exes, and you’re mad because I gave you underwear instead of flowers? Anyone can give you flowers babe. But no other guy who is in love with you would buy you underwear.”

I admit that all my anger melted and went down the drain, because that was the first time he said he loves me. But the anger began to rise again when he lighted another cigarette.

Now back to the present, with my strength draining with every second as I dangled. I let out a frustrated sigh, as I began to scream for help. My voice was becoming hoarse by now, as I prayed for help to come.

“Samantha!” 

Finally! Someone’s here!

“Samantha it’s Kent! Where are you?”

Oh how cliche. Superman saves the day. I hear rustling of leaves, and soon his maniacal laugh.

“Sam, what are you doing?” He says in between his laughter. Jerk.

“Hanging from a cliff that you asked me to climb. Now would you please save me?”

“You do know you have about a one feet distance from the ground right?”

For the first time since I landed in this predicament, I looked down.

“Oh.” I hopped down, and surely enough I was safe. How embarrassing. Surely enough my supposed to be Superman was smirking at me.

“Awwe. My girl is afraid of heights.” He teased.

“No I’m not!” I screamed like a five year old girl.

“Well let’s see.” He began to pick me up bridal style, and began to carry me to the end of the hill. I felt safe in his arms, those muscles that..

“Put me down Jerk!” He merely chuckled, and then flashed me that evil smile of his. We were just at the edge, and I began to grip onto his suit.

“Tell me you love me baby, and I might just let you down safely.”

“Over my dead body.”

He literally jumped, and I hanged on to him for dear life. I screamed his ear off as he tugged on his parachute. Well, here’s to the end all over again. 

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Fiction.
Yehey! My first story not related to Haiyan 😀