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a oneshot by yours TRULY.
"Sorry, man."
Kiss my ass. That's all I get? A simple 'Sorry'? Thanks a lot, Axel.
She was my fucking best friend. The best I could ever have. Hell, I loved the girl.
And he has the nobility of just uttering a plain old 'Sorry'?
A normal summer day. But it's not as hot as it should be.
I'm freezing my ass off, sitting in the house with no air conditioning. I have goosebumps pricking out from my bare arms, and my throat hurts from my attempts to prevent crying like a baby.
It happened July fifteenth, at ten twenty-two AM.
I had found out my best friend, Kairi Rosara, was in an intense car crash.
My mother and I were driving to Lowes, to pick out paint for her bedroom. Why I had to come, I don't know. For the first time in a week, my mother's cell started buzzing out of the car's cupholder. She snatched it when she got to the stoplight, but it was too late. She had a voicemail.
I could see the tears forming in her eyes. She started muttering, "Dear God. Dear God. Oh, no..."
When she looked at me, she lost it.
She made a U-turn, and started heading in the opposite direction, tears falling like a waterfall down her face.
"Kairi... Crash. Intense... Massive head injuries," my mother wailed. I looked from her to the windshield, not blinking once. I was mortified.
Nothing ever happened to Kairi. Except for that one time she fell from the monkey-bars at recess in fifth grade, and sprained her wrist.
Unfortunately, this time, she was hurt beyond repair.
Dammit, why did her life have to end like this? I never thought that I'd have to sit in the emergency room, head buried in hands, waiting for her to be wheeled out on the gurney, smiling dizzily at me through the oxygen mask.
And unfortunately, that moment never came.
At six PM, the doctors had decided that she'd lost all hope. They couldn't fix her. They couldn't help her, just one bit.
At fourty-four after, they took her off of the oxygen tanks.
When they announced they had done so, I bolted out the waiting room, into the parking lot. The road was still slick from the rainwater of a previous storm, the sky was still dimmed into a gray light. You could barely see the sun behind the clouds, but it was there. I continued to look up at the sky, waiting for that moment where the clouds would clear away from the sun, any sign of light peeking through the wisps of gas.
It was her favorite part of a storm. She used to settle herself in front of a window when she sensed the storm was about to end, waiting for that one glorious moment. The one moment where everything would be happy, full of light once more.
It sure as hell wasn't working for me.
Ovenight however, the clouds managed to clear away, leaving the morning sunrise as clear here, as anywhere else in the world.
And now I'm sitting here, freezing cold when I'm supposed to be sweating a storm. It feels like winter, when right now, it's really the hottest season of all.
I'm trying not to cry over the fact that my best friend, the love of my life, is dead.
How stupid is that?
I, Roxas Greylin, do not cry.
But there's a first time for everything, right?
At that thought, I feel what seems like fire behind my eyes.
A warm, crystalline tear cascades down my face, followed by another, and another.
I guess a simple 'Sorry' is good enough after all.
After all, there's nothing else you can do, right?
Especially not in a situation like this.
- - -- i'm sorry i have to say it,
but you look like you're sad.
you're smile is gone, i noticed it bad.
the cure is if you let in just a little more love.
i promise you this, a little's enough. - - --
-!-
can be considered as a roxiri.
song credits to angels and airwaves.
usual disclaimer applies.
for a friend.
i miss you dearly.
review, loverlies.
- mollz