Author's Note: This is my first Prince of Tennis fanfic. Please read and review. I don't own Prince of Tennis. If I did, Ryoma would always be drinking Inui juice whether he likes it or not... Review please...
The sound of the screeching tires will never cease to haunt her; it will forever be engraved in her memory. Every time she will hear the sound of rubber against concrete, the events of that fateful day would play in her mind.
"Wait up! I have to tie my shoelaces." she bent down and began knotting her untied shoelaces.
"Hm, ok. I'll go right ahead." he put his hands inside his pockets and proceeded to cross the street. He really was in a hurry; he had wanted to go there with her for a long time now and the only thing that was stopping them were her darned shoelaces.
"Eh? Uh… there, I'm done. Hey! I said wait up!" she stood up and followed him across the street.
She stepped off the sidewalk and onto the road. In the blink of an eye, everything became blurred. She only had a vague impression of what happened next.
She remembered seeing his face full of distress at the last moments before the blur, his hazel eyes wide open. There were only a few shots of the events that took place followed by the screeching of tires.
After that, he was already in her arms.
"Somebody call an ambulance! The boy had been hit!" People gathered around them, their faces showing concern as if to comfort the girl who had been left alive by the accident.
She felt hot tears stream down her face. Yes, that was the word, stream, for she could not stop it. She stared at the lifeless body she had cradled for some time now before hugging it.
It felt cold.
Her body had jolted her up into a sitting position. She glanced at her bedside; it was four in the morning and she was in her room. She placed her hand on her cheek; it felt so warm and wet. She had indeed cried those tears, just like in her dream.
A gust of wind blew across her room and she wondered if the open window had caused her body to feel cold or if it was her dream that sent chills throughout her body. In her dream, somebody had died in her arms. She had felt the lifeless body against her own and the feeling would not let her be.
In her dream, Echizen Ryoma had died in her arms.