asphalt
(love is a rose on the coffin door)
It's because he's here and she's there and that's too far for comfort. She's in the ambulance and he's stuck in traffic and the police won't let him through. His cell phone is ringing and he just wants to launch it out the window because it's so fucking annoying and he's so fucking scared. Because her car's wrapped around a telephone pole and there's a body bag on the ground and her blood's splattered on the asphalt. Because the other car didn't stop but the driver's heart did and now, what about her?
They finally let him go and as soon as he's out of eyesight he's speeding and trying to push the pedal harder and everything's blurring but nothing matters except yuffieyuffieyuffie. The hospital seems so far away and his heart's beating sosofast but he can't think about anything except will she be okay? and the ring he bought four days ago that's still in his top drawer and not on her finger.
The hospital is ohsoclose he can taste it but the traffic is in his way and the light is red and red means stop but he needs to go. He pulls into the turning lane and into the parking lot and he parks and runs for it. Into the hospital and to the desk and whereisshe whereisshe whereisshe? The nurse tells him and he's off through the halls and up elevator number seven and down hallway 'B' and trying so hard to get there as fast as possible.
He finds a doctor and she can see the panic in his eyes and so she points him in the right direction. He forgets to thank her but that's okay because she's in critical condition so go fast and don't look back. The doctor orders and he follows. It's room 37B and he can hear the beeping machines before he's even inside. He's over to her bed and on his knees and crying and screaming her name but her eyes are closed.
But they flutter open and he smiles and he kisses her hand and she starts to cry because she can feel the pain and it's not only physical. She's not going to make it and everyone knows it. The doctors are flooding in and out, over and over again. She's not paying attention and neither is he and they're only waiting.
Injections and fluids and hope but the machine's slowing down and getting louder and he's whispering her name over and over but she's barely responding and trying to focus on breathing because, now, that's ohsohard. Her heartbeat goes dead and the machine starts screaming. The doctors look between one another and him because what to do now? They knew it would happen and they tried. He screams her name one last time and the doctors unplug the machines and leave the room.
It's black and black and grey and six feet under. The ring's in the coffin and they're burying his heart with it. At funerals, she always said that when she grew up she'd become the Great Ninja Yuffie and save people so there would be no more funerals. He always told her that she was already grown up and that she would be the Great Crazy Ninja Yuffie, because crazy had to be in her title somewhere.
All their friends were there but it wasn't the usual jokes and fun. It was crying and sadness and will you be okay? When they asked him that, all he could say was "No. I'm not in love anymore because there is no such thing as love now." That didn't answer their question but the look in his eyes did.
Love is Sora and Yuffie but Yuffie's in a coffin so what is love now?
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It turned out very short D:
but it's okay :D I think I can live
with it. the lines that inspired this
story were "love is a rose on the
coffin door" which I didn't come
up with, and the last line in the
story, which I did come up with.
THIS IS DEDICATED TO:
renée!♥
(I know I asked if you wanted
a yura or a kaiora, but I'm
impatient and wrote this
first. :D but you can still
have a kaiora if you want
:D)
And YES, I know I have a
problem with run one sentences
and none of you like it :O
OH WELL. :D
♥