I knew I had too little, I knew that. But light comes in different forms of ways, and she was what I got.
I was kicked out my apartment, you see. Knew that I couldn't afford it even if I worked day and night nonstop, so never really had the money to get comfortable.
That day, I was out on the streets, searching for a place to stay. But with my luck, I did not find any. It was midnight, so most of the good spots to sleep for me did not come to collusion with my wondering. So I found myself in a park, lined up side by side in a neat fashion was benches which that I used in exchange for a bed.
Later long after I fell asleep freezing in the outdoors, I heard a call. "You there.", she said, "Wake up.". At that, I opened my eyes and sat upright shortly after. I asked her what was the problem. In response, she told me that the park that I had and am sleeping in is off limits by this time. But before I could say anything about my circumstance, she turned to her heel and told me to follow her. And so I did.
It turned out that she works at an establishment that houses homeless people like myself, or in which case, a refugee center. "It seems she had already seen through me", I thought. She left me at a spot I could use to get some sleep, but before she could turn back and walk away, I held her back.
I asked that if they were short on workers, I can give a hand. She simply says there's no need, and disappeared inside the doors only allowed for the staffs. Getting refused in such a blunt manner was disheartening, but I didn't let it bother me. With that, I got to lay my body at the cushioned ground. Saying goodbye to reality, and welcoming my dreamland.
Days passed, and so does my time. Along the week, my attempt to make an effort on getting a job at the center seems to be getting fruitful and fruitful. And alas, they were able to get me a role. A spotter. Which I discovered to be the same role the woman who scouted me.
Getting myself suited with the work uniform, I set out on the streets keeping an eye on the surrounding. After discovering that there wasn't anyone to guide to the center, I took a seat at a nearby bench in front of a store by the vending machines.
Opening the pockets of my barren wallet, I found that I still had enough money to get myself a drink. And so I did. At the opening of the convenience store automatic sliding door, I found myself looking at the same woman I met not too long ago.
Holding a hotdog sandwich in hand, she requested if she could take a seat. Making some space between us, I replied with a simple help yourself.
It was getting somewhat awkward, so I tried to make an effort with some small talk.
The details wasn't that important, just asking how long she was at the job and some places to keep an eye on with spotting people that needed shelter.
The next day, after not finding anyone again, I took my old seat at the bench next to the store. In which I saw her again, we made some small talk which lead to us getting to know each other.
Day after day, we come back to the same spot and chatted until our shifts were over. Weeks passed, which turned into months. At that point, we were already used to one another. Too much so, if I have to say. One day, at the same bench we sat for long periods of time. I considered confessing. And I did, I was certain that she and I share the same feelings- but reality isn't that kind.
I built up my courage and confessed. Only to get myself turned down...
I really thought that we had something. But I guess it was just me. After that event, we started to indulge in our small talk less and less, leading to us not talking anymore. It was then that I made my resolve to confront her one last time. But I never got the chance.
Just as I was going to meet with her, a commotion broken down by the location we planned to meet with. I made my way through the crowd as I try to see what was causing this.
And what I saw made me stop at my tracks and froze at the horrible scene.
It was her.
Stabbed.
Dead.