Hello! I promised a sequel, and this will be one. Kind of. I never wrote a sequel so bear with me! Hope you guys like. Request, review, and enjoy! (The future chapters will have the future. Don't worry about it being just in the past).

I would like to say that our first meeting ended with smiles. It didn't. Smiling was the farthest of what I wanted to do or did. No, our first encounter resulted in you being in an unconscious state and I crying over you till my eyes lost all their moisture.

I should have let that puppy there. That way, I wouldn't have been on that street. I wouldn't have been going to the pet store to get some formula for the abandoned pup. I wouldn't have been there at all, and maybe you wouldn't have ended up like this. Maybe you would have been just fine without seeing me.

But you did. See me, that is. You should have let it hit me. I would have died but right now, riding the ambulance to the hospital, observing the E.M.T. try to resuscitate your heart, I would rather be dead. You are flat-lining, and the longer I hear that noise, the closer I am to breaking. After charging the defibrillator to 1500 volts, your heart picks up. I do not realize that I had been holding my breath until that moment your chest moves by itself. I am forced to notice my lack of oxygen when I faint.

I wake up in a bed. I move my head to the side. My parents are there, and once they see my eyes open, they stand and move over to me. They bombard me with questions and worries, but I don't pay attention to any of it. The only thing on my mind is you. And I tell them. I ask them where you are, and they tell me you are in the ICU. As those words enter my head, I try to lift myself from the bed but stop because of the pain that comes from jostling the equipment embedded in my skin.

I plead with them to let me go and see you, but they resist. They say that I might have a concussion, but I know you have it much worst so I insist. My voice must have risen because a nurse comes in to check on me. She looks nice, so I beg her to just let me go to you. Just for a few minutes. Just to check if you are alright. Just to ease my sorrow. Just to see if you are alive.

She relents after I start crying again. She helps me into a wheelchair, and she pushes me to where you are. It takes only a short while until I am faced with a window. The nurse offers her hand, so I can rise from the seat. When I am on my two feet, I look in front of me. I start crying even more.

You look horrible. Bandages and wires all over you. You are bruised and broken, and it is my entire fault. I say to the nurse that I am going inside your room, but she gently tells me no. I want to ask why, but I think I know when I see your parents next you. Why would they want to see the one that caused their precious son to become like this? They wouldn't, so I leave.

I go back to my room. My mom and dad are still with me, but I want to be alone. I request my favorite sweet, and because I am in such a state, they oblige, stating that they will be gone for only a little while. I don't care. Not really. Because the only thing I cared about at that moment is you. You, who pulled me out of harm's way. You, who gave up your life for mine. You, who rescued me, a stranger.

That night, I fall asleep with a mantra playing in my thoughts. Three words that I felt with my whole being. Four syllables that made my eyes well up with more tears. Eight letters that I plan to tell you the second our gazes interlock.

I am sorry.