…
I stared at the last reply he sent out and turned my phone off.
But I turned it back on almost immediately.
And after a moment of introspection, I decided to put up an apology just in case he had a good relationship with the author.
Whoosh…
I trembled from the cold breeze and pulled on the overcoat I was wearing.
It was then I noticed Ronald in front of me. He seemed to be panting, and searching for something.
'Could he be looking for me?'
I stepped back and turned away about to leave when I saw a truck almost hit Micheal.
"What?"
I froze in shock, when I caught sight of the driver.
"No- Ronald."
I paused midway, as I realized Ronald was on the other side of the road.
For some unknown reason, I ran forward to warn him instead of running away.
When the truck that was about to hit him suddenly swerved to the right, my right.
No way…
…
Ronald who had seen Micheal get rescued, relaxed and heaved big breaths in relief, but he remains in position, forgetting he was on the road.
Pimm---------- p
He looks up and sees Sil running towards him, but at that moment the truck rammed into Sil, crashing him into the the office building.
His pupils constricted and he was about to run forward, when the opposing van crashed into him and sent him flying.
***
Huff… huff…
'I can't breathe and I can't see anything.'
I thought as I felt an uncanny deja vu.
'I'm still alive.'
I tried to say, but the words failed to come out of my mouth.
Just now, what had happened?
I asked knowing fully well the answer was within reach, but I was just too stubborn to accept that.
"Haa… Haa…"
I struggled to breathe, even though there was no need to, but the entire situation felt unreal. I just had no choice but to try and do something.
As I laid there helplessly, memories of a few moments surfaced in my mind.
Ronald, is he okay?
What about me? Just where am I?
…
In the unusual silence, a loud but muffled voice brought him out of his muddleheadedness and forced awake.
"il…!"
Who is that?
Huff… huff…
Damn it, it hurts. It hurts everywhere.
"Ha ha", He laughed drily as he tried to stand up but couldn't.
He couldn't feel his torso nor could he gather any strength in his arms.
"Ah… ah"
Aunty…
He felt the life in him slipping away and begun to cry. But his eyes only stung and he couldn't feel any tears.
Thinking back to his earlier naivety, he laughed bitterly to himself as he thought;
'This trick isn't new anymore, and this wasn't supposed to happen.'
Although unwilling to, he felt despair and couldn't understand why he ended up like this.
"Why?!" He screamed internally as more memories flashed through his mind.
He was almost there, he was so close, so why?
He quieted down, feeling an intense sorrow unlike any other.
'It wasn't like this last time.'
He thought as he tried to open his eyes.
It was so dark, and scary. The unfamiliar darkness was scary.
He could barely see in one eye, and his other eye could barely move its eyelids.
He was alive yes, but being in that unfamiliar darkness, surrounded by unidentifiable sounds was worse than death. At least for him it was.
His fingers twitched as he struggled to move them. The familiar feeling of helplessness began to dawn on him, and it was then he finally despaired, completely.
'I don't… ha-a haa ah… I don't want to die…'
His body tensed up as the realization dawned on him; He was going to die.
He couldn't speak, but he struggled to, it was such a pitiful sight, but those that watched began to leave.
They weren't there for that.
His thoughts slowed and his movements diminished, but he still tried to open his eyes.
He tried so hard because he wanted to see something. But at that moment, he couldn't remember it.
It was during times like these that his brain failed him.
Disregarding the reason he could not remember, he tried to comprehend the reason he was dying, but how much common sense could a dying and despairing person have?
'Why? No why me?'
'I shouldn't have…'
"911!", Someone screamed from afar, but their words went into one functioning ear, and struggled to get out of the other dysfunctional one.
'I shouldn't have cared! Dammit! I shouldn't have friggin bothered!'
His thoughts went on, and so did his agitation but he eventually calmed down, after all, this was not the the first time he had been in such despair.
'But I was so close…'
He empathized with himself and the life he was living. Recalling warm memories, he thought;
'Why now…?'
He couldn't accept it, why should he!? But what could he do?
He was a mere mortal, a toy of fate.
'No…'
He interrupted his feelings of despair once more, by trying to stay alive. A pity though, nothing-
Cough Cou-
Blergh
He coughed out dark blood and his mind barely cleared up. But even that released pressure granted him some relief.
He could feel things again, things that were happening around him, and not to him. And although he could not see it, he at least felt it, his phone.
It was clenched tightly in his barely functional right hand.
He remembered now; Right before he noticed Ronald he was typing an apology to Jupiter.
He hadn't sent it yet, and had barely typed anything. But out of all his regrets, that was the only redeemable one.
'I need to send it'
He thought, determined.
He couldn't feel his right arm but his fingers still had some sensation in them.
He struggled to move them as he was already familiar with the keys and could use them without looking.
But his dark vision darkened even more, and just when he thought he was dead, just when he thought he had failed, he saw a bright silver light.
He had finally succeeded in opening his other eye but did not notice because of the truly unfamiliar darkness.
But now he could see it.
He tried to move his hands, maybe to touch it or check to see if it was real.
It felt so familiar, almost like the first time, he felt. But that was all it was, a feeling.
He was no longer conscious enough to think about it, or anything else.
And on that day, on an unnaturally cold and dark night, Silvanus left the world he knew as Earth, and everyone he met on it behind.