Yellow looked at Yuja with eyes wide open.
Yuja looked at those eyes and saw intense guilt, sadness, and desperation. She smiled lightly.
"I-It's unfortunate… But… Don't blame yourself, okay? And… thank you… for saving me."
She ended it with one last little smile until her eyes lost focus and her head slumped heavily on his shoulders.
"I-I-I…" Yellow stammered.
'This can't be happening!' His thoughts are screaming in his head as he looked at the dead girl.
'I said I will save you!'
'Who told you to die!'
'Fuck!'
'Fuck!'
'Fuck!'
And after those curses, came guiltiness.
'I should have called the police first. Before rashly going in. Or, played really loud music. Or, played crazy and puked at them. But they have guns… They might kill me either way… But that will make some time for police… to come…'
Although he too is dying, miraculously he found last hope and strength. He reached for his phone and dialed 911. He also swiftly turned on his GPS until his last breath.
And slowly, his body lost strength, but he still clung to her body, not really knowing what he, himself, is doing.
*Thud*
Silently, two souls lost their homes in that cold comfort room.
"That's what you deserve, shitheads!"
*Ring!* *Ring!* *Ring!*
"Hello?"
"Hello, Emergency Hotline Answering. May we know your situation?"
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Are you there? If you're being held hostage, please press 1 three times."
"…"
'Shit!'
'We even drove here to avoid being caught!'
'Fuck! I can't even move!'
'Fuck!'
"Uhmm... Hi! Everything is alright here... I just misdialed. You can hang up, I'm sorry for the disturbance..."
"..."
"Hi? Are you still there?"