Maybe it was fate. It should very well be. The sort of thing felt so surreal. Maybe it was her eyes, or was it her hair. No, it was her very being.

Everything about this girl seem so surreal and beautiful, but the she was there in front of me, looking down on me with eyes as blue as the ocean that showed hints of worry and curiosity. Her hair, red as blood, cascading behind her. An umbrella covering her from the rain.

I wasn't so lucky. Not that it mattered. I'm was dying. It was that simple. It didn't matter whether I was wet or not. At least it was helping wash away the blood.

Then, something came to mind. Why hasn't she called for help? Why isn't she shocked by, or sick of the hole in my body. She just had this worried look. Odd.

Then impulsively, I couldn't help but think of this surreal girl with hair as red as blood, as someone I want to talk to, to get to know. I had no reason for these desires, but by seeing her just made me desire it.

I wouldn't call it love. I was dying to even think of it that way. Maybe I just didn't want to die. I had accepted that death was coming for me. Maybe I was just looking for a reason to live. To not die in such a way.

But I didn't deserved to live. I couldn't save a child who deserved to live just as much as I did. How could I could just continue living while he just died?

These thoughts calmed my futile desires to live. I continued to look at the surreal beauty and a strange sense of contentment filled me. I wouldn't be able to talk to this person, but I was fine with that. Just me looking at her was more than enough in my dying moments.

My breath was getting shallower. I could barely feel my body, and I felt so cold. Maybe the last part was rain's fault.

I would die, slumped against a wall, probably in some alley. I wasn't even sure where I was. I didn't mind dying like this. At least until she spoke those words.

"Do you want to live?"

Those simple words were enough to hammer through my heart and latch onto them. Enough for my desires from moments before to comeback full force. With strength I didn't think I still had, I answered without even thinking.

"Yes!"

And everything went black and I had only one last thought.

'How selfish of me.'

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AN: It's short. Yes. But this a kind of test if you will, to see what people say about my writing style. There may or may not be a next chapter. I hope there's one future me. I really liked writing this. Anyways, until next time. Mid out.