Notes: Sad and angsty. Oneshot. Written while listening to P.O.D's Youth Of the Nation. Makes you feel teary. .
Slight hint of 1x2.
Blind leading the blind.He didn't look both ways before crossing today. He didn't look, sunglasses perched on his nose, sun glaring on the lenses. Reflecting society's world back out at itself. He didn't look both ways and in punishment, he'll never look again.
Mangled body lying in the middle of the road. Crushed ribcage, broken ribs piercing lungs. No breath, no life.
Screaming, hoarse words shouted out in horror. He'll never again look like that scowling face pasted in the yearbook. His college fund was retracted. It paid for his funeral.
You'd never seen someone die before. You had seen them dead already, lying in back alleyways finally meeting their own end from messing with the wrong sorts. But you had never seen that single breath be crushed out by a simple mistake.
Who knew that this day wasn't like the rest?
You didn't know the boy and now you wish you did. He was just like you. He went to your school in your year. He lived two blocks away.
Makes you thank god that you were behind him. Be so thankful that it missed you and hit him. But you still seem to think that it would have been better off it had been you rather than him.
He had a family, a life. What do you have? You don't know, all you do know is that you don't have what he did.
If you had a choice, you would have run out in front of the car instead of him. It would save the neighbor finding your lifeless body hanged in your apartment five years later.
You go to his funeral. He was smart. The whole arrangement looks very classy. Apparently he was going to an expensive college, top grade.
A week after the day of his funeral you finally learn his name. You had never absorbed it in the weeks of watching the car hit him again and again in your minds eye. His name was Heero Yuy. You think that it's a nice name. Heero. Sounds like a savior.
You wonder if he would've saved you.
You hope fleetingly, then follow on with your dead existence.
Three years later to that day your roommate finds a body hanging in the bathroom. The braid is swinging slowly side to side, as in mocking the supposed life the boy once had.
Owari.
*eye twitches* I would like to apologize to anyone who now needs a good dose of fluff.
Arrgh, angst. I need fluff.
Have supposed (sequel?) lined up for this. Set in the same AU but this time they don't die.
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