Prologue

It was weird.

She knew it was safe when she first looked, so where did the car come from? She had turned to wave to him, to tell him that she would be fine walking home alone. The tires screeched against the pavement. It all happened in slow motion; she saw him raise his hand in response to her and the smile faded from his face while his eyes grew wide in horror. She was completely focused on his face; that may have been why her body didn't register the trauma when it happened.

Her brain was all jumbled because the next vision she was able to decipher was that he was much closer than before. His long, light brown hair tickled her face as he leaned over her with a painful, tear-stained face and cradled her in his arms. His mouth moved but she heard nothing in the silent world that now encased her. She didn't like his tears. They hurt her even in her senseless state. She raised her hand to wipe them away, realizing how difficult it was to move her limb. When her fingers brushed his cheek his eye snapped open revealing the fear and hurt in his vision. She smiled her best smile up at those tormented eyes, trying her best to hold his gaze through the flashing of lights.

Blood was seeping into his designer suit as he held her for dear life, chanting unheard words to her. She slowly let her eyes slide closed to block out the world, a smile still gracing her face. The last thing she saw through the blue and red was his tear stained face calling out to her in all his anguish. When her lids touched she couldn't find the strength to force them open again. She prayed that he would be ok. That man who held her with so gently, who she loved for all she was worth. She prayed he would not be in pain.

All consciousness slipped from her at the only sound that finally penetrated the quite, his desperate cry.

"Ageha!"

Else Where

He couldn't believe he was late! He was never late on finishing his projects. A sigh escaped him as he thought of how this would tarnish the record he had created of these particular situations.

As he scrambled around the house desperately searching for everything he would need, he noticed the clock on the counter…7 o'clock. That was weird his watched said it was 8. He looked again, no it still said 8. 'Why does one say 8 and the other 7?' Then it hit him, his son had realized he forgot to set his alarm so he pushed his watch time forward an hour so he wouldn't take forever to get ready. He chuckled at his sons antics and was grateful at least one of them was smart enough to remember his deadlines.

Grabbing the car keys, he locked the door and walked to the street where his car was parked. There was a rather large object laying in the middle of the road. He would have left it if he wasn't such a good samaritan, so leaving the things in his car he walked over to remove the object. What shocked him was that it wasn't just a piece of trash laying there, but young lady collapsed on the ground.

Running over to the lady, he knelt down onto the black asphalt to inspect her for injuries. She was pale beyond what was healthy and wasn't responsive to his attempts to wake her, but otherwise no harm seemed done. Looking around for anything lying on the ground that might help him in identifying the girl, but there was nothing, he went back to looking at the girl. Not even an id card, just her. On the ground. In the middle of the road. Racking his brain for what to do, he settled on picking her off the ground and carring her back to the house.

He fumbled with his keys as he tried to balance the girl and fishing them out of his pocket at the same time, almost dropping them before he could get them to turn in the door. But kicking the door open with his foot, not caring about the keys, and walked in to the lounge. Laying the girl on one of the twin couches and hurried to get a cold cloth to put on her forehead.

His mind swirled with questions about why this person was passed out in the middle of the street and how she ended up there without anyone noticing or trying to help. Resting the wet fabric on her head, he looked at the clock hanging behind the couch on the wall. It was already 7:45! He needed to get moving or he really would be late.

He looked from the girl laying unconscious before him over to the front door. His he hurried maybe she would be okay, as long as she stayed asleep. Making a decision, he found some paper and scribbled a short note encase she woke up and left it on the table in the lounge. Moving to the door again, he cast one last look at the girl before he ran to his car, praying she wouldn't have to wake up alone in a strange place.

Index

italic's- persons inner thoughts

"..."- speech